Gerard Sarnat
over dawn’s
steel cut oats
cogitating god
knows what…
hummingbirds
hovered outside
an office window
in wild oak trees
I decide instead a
usual clockwork
exercise to write
to heart’s delight
before close bud’s
grandson billed as
a master masseur
shows up at door
to extend adventure
beyond yesterday’s
Bodhi tree journey
with bestest friends.
I quake anticipating
partner’s reaction to
ur ancient now redux
three-plus-day run of
LSD-psilocybin–
5-MEO—MDMA
tip-toeing through
Hawaii’s Big Island
with I’s grandfather
before swim bliss in
warm idyllic Pacific
inlet now under lava.
So on today’s menu
for this 77-year-old
easily-arguable idiot
is first-time initiation
rite (right or wrong)
with boychick Gerry
can imagine as very
own grandson: shush
oy pu-lease don’t breathe no word of Special K to my eldest daughter!