There was a dream in the head
of the universe screaming
to get out the doors called men
and women are multidimensional
crystal clear moments full of the
rancid grease of experience the
soft angelic smell of experience the
quivering love taste of experience the
dream screaming to get out was born
at 6:15 am in Sausalito, Beijing
Mumbai, Paris, Dubrovnik and wept
for joy at being among the blood and nerve
of sense of it all the soft pink bundle
sense of it all is just such a mystery
unto itself and all of us are like
cavemen and pre-cavewomen
in our understanding so no wonder
we don't know what the hell is happening
right before our very teary eyes
from sadness from happiness from ignorance
we cough up logic hairballs and
worship them boy are we ever wrong
but what the heck it's the only game
in town gotta play or just sit there
in a blue funk depressed mood
schizophrenic universe hallucination
we don't want so we act like we get it
as we idiot mine-detector our way through
this aquifer of vibration hummin human life