come let you and I

and the ponies fly

through an LSD sky

I've never felt this high

tangerine light

and nothing's still

and man I'd kill 

for a cigarette

I forget

how to pee,

where I am,

and many other things

No problem, as long as

I can feel the breeze

the trees dance

I dance too

you dance three

I dance four

out the door

into the rain

and cold

feeling bold

so I fraternize

with the pizza delivery guy

not even our pizza guy

not my pizza, not my problem

but then my pizza is the problem,

rotating between divine and ghastly

with every move of my jaw

one didn't know 

it would be like this

and becomes a burden on the revelers

I take off my bra 

and smoke more cigarettes

dancing to the best song I've ever heard

feeling like a bird

doing yoga and and handstands

am I on the beach?

no, just the deck

what the heck

multicolor Jesus has to go

so does the gopher

cuz they freak us out

but the peacock tapestry becomes my best friend

how do you FEEL?

better, butter

heart's a flutter

mossy, messy

looking dressy

you say, I say

it's all hearsay

shatter, shutter

sulk and mutter

demonic, sardonic

your voice is harmonic

call me, kill me

moves that thrill me

console it, conceal it,

try to heal it

remove it, relieve it,

just don't believe it

Oh

what a wonderful thing it is

to live

to see grandfather clocks

and eat toast and jam

and to feel the weight and warmth of a lover

on your skin

Beautiful it is, to hear birds in communication

expressing things of great importance to one another

in the sunlit canopy

yellow light streaming through the green 

to land upon my face below

so many millions of miles from its source

and that but chemical energy,

worshipped until science drowned its mystery

in explanations and measurements and facts

How wonderful it is to have your skin burnt by a star

and to feel tears run down your cheeks and drip off your chin,

a sloppy miniature waterfall,

depth of emotion expressed as saltwater

And oh how delicious to be afraid,

to feel the hairs on your neck stand up,

we're not so different from wild animals after all

How wonderful it is to run and jump,

to be gasping for air in helpless mirth,

bent over holding your clenching stomach,

face stretched so wide it could be a grimace, but no,

it's the most genuine grin in the world

and your face begins to ache but you're still 

being tickled by the funniest joke you ever heard,

and you must remember it, to share with a friend,

so both can laugh so uproariously,

just as birds chatter in the canopy,

passing chirps and tweets and stories and anecdotes,

thrown out like a lure on a line,

hoping for a reaction, a tug, a bite