ayahuasca
Ayahuasca
“I was once a small blue fish”
Underneath the airstream through the window where I thought I saw you
morning dawns like a larkspur
a desert flower dispersing the midnight hour
the face in the mirror looks demure
and stern
if I say it reflects the inferno in me
I feel the breath catch in my chest
and write it in this poem eternally
if I say there is no vague nightmare
just the screw,
then the unscrew,
my perennial and peripheral Xanadu
says
the past is the past
but only to you.
So I feed my parasite food
find flying room for these birds of paradox
my world in tern
When I woke it was spring and space
was all there was –
now it’s fall and I am turning
around
and all I am
is all I’ve found
I put my ear to the ground
and this is what I heard:
