NaPM April 1 2014

[ChristopherSea]

foolhardy mind expansion of youth

One Bad Trip to Mexico and Back

‘A Yaqui Way of Knowledge,’
it was no Shaman guide,
by Carlos Castaneda,
some say it was all lies.

It was the only map I had
to Sonoran hideaways,
but I found no desert wizard,
yet did it anyway.

I ate peyote buttons
to muster spirit strength,
for what, I could not fathom,
as I lost common sense.

My mind ran towards the mesa
in such great fear of me.
I prayed to Mescalito,
‘Please catch my sanity.’

My head swept across the desert
on turquoise paisley winds.
That damn bird, Quetzalcoatyl,
sunk claws in me again.

He dropped me on plaid cacti;
my brain, a dried out seed.
It rolled on back to the USA,
gray-matter tumble weed.

I was caught up in strong tailwinds
of ‘The Yellow Submarine.’
The stratosphere’s so lonely;
I'm afraid of Tatooine.

I asked that opal Moon-Man
to gather stars for me
and scribe this stellar message
for those below to see:

Someone wake Ken Kesey,
perhaps he can help me;
I’m flying solo, way too high,
over the cuckoo’s nest this eve.



Quetzalcoatl ˌ(kwet-səl-kwä-təl)