Park bench satori

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    Park bench satori

    It’s high summer

    And my contract with capitalist society is on hold

    I’ve found myself a nice park bench

    Where I’m gonna have myself a joint

     

    Rolling, lighting and Puffing

    Psychoactive infiltration

    Magic invading my bloodstream

    Bloodshot blue eyes skimming infinity

     

    Astronomical height

    Melting jigsaw pieces

    Hands transmogrifying

    Inside-out upside-down

     

    Falling thru space-time

    Lip curled upwards

    Tachyons in my hair

    People walking by obliviously

     

    Settling a little above ground

    Reconfiguration completed

    The trees sway and the grass is sleeping

    And it’s all just so vibrant

     

    I can feel the planet coming up thru my soles

    Reshaping at a pace only comprehensible by the cosmos

    I stare myself blind at fencing blades of grass

    Really digging the primeval soup at the moment

     

    Just sitting there heavier than sin and sipping milkshake

    It caresses my ticklish throat on its way down

    And I feel like looking straight thru the bullshit

    Connecting dots that may or may not be there

     

    So many idiosyncratic realities out there

    Information spreading and mutating

    Subjective Jesus and personalized science

    Baffled beggars and businessmen

     

    The ghosts of tomorrow omnipresently eavesdropping

    On our ancient and inane conversations

    Learning little and learning it too late

    As they dig out and loot our parliaments and Wal-Marts in a thousand years

     

    Life inside the frameworks of civilization

    Working long hours to live in the weekends

    Paying off on a tombstone from the moment of conception

    Well I guess it worked out for mum and dad

     

    They turn on the music in a nearby bar, delicious house

    The sound waves have sex with the world I see

    Their offspring dancing on my retina

    The beat and lyrics opening windows to marvelous elsewheres

     

    The sun sets behind a factory set for demolition

    And a gunshot ripples thru the night

    Would you kindly cut out the violence?

    It’s kinda killing my buzz

     

    The moon turns the world deep blue

    And it get’s fairly cold, Scandinavia style

    So I decide to get home and dream of green elephants

    What a nice day of doing nothing

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    TinaD commented on Park bench satori

    01-13-2011

    You are so gifted with words and at such a young age!!! Keep writing and give that wonderful gift to the world! Write and re-write. Try not to get too discouraged with the world. People can be the worst...but they can be the best too.
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    shallenemcgrath commented on Park bench satori

    01-02-2011

    Okay -this poem is good but not great. I would remove the first stanza entirely. The stanza that starts "I can feel the planet..." that is where you get to preachy. I would remove that stanza and everything below it except for the stanza that starts "So many idiosyncratic..." and end it with "baffled beggars and businessmen." Let me know what you think.
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    HarverTomsson commented on Park bench satori

    12-23-2010

    I always wondered what pot's attraction was, little guessing it was a day bridge to never never land. I always wanted to meet Tinkerbelle. Where's a doobie when you need one . . . Harv
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    devaamido commented on Park bench satori

    12-23-2010

    I love it!! It's been many years but: "Ah yes, I remember it well!". Excellent poem!
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    ginga commented on Park bench satori

    11-01-2010

    Olsen, A phantasm of images and thought processes of a day on a park bench... ginga
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