it was so fantastic;   if not for all the plastic
man has left in the sea inhaling the oxygen
as soon as the grass is green;                                      when the ocean is
half-plastic we take a trek to her grave
&               afterwards eat at Friendly's;
that night I slept like a roasted          rock et;
&             I saw Margaret Hamilton done up
in green make-up  as the wicked witch of the west        & I ****** her;
            but that's a reoccurring dream
of                     an old
a reincarnation flashback to the Indus  |       |            |
Valley before Cleopatra was born &
her name was Parvati & the moon
was Baked Alaska looking snooch of Helen Kane;
I lapping at her bush [I've witnessed to
her hairy snooch]  Clara Bow followed me
up the crooked dark stairs where Stella
had thrown up & I inhaled the scent
& darkness came like deep red wine
                      [Brett Kavanaugh was there]
When Marilyn sat on my face
so blissfully like a Buddha
& I sing tat vam sat Ohm.., or was it a dream |                 |                       ||