DRUG OF THE DAY

DRUG OF THE DAY

had my blood
my innocent O neg
syphoned, extracted,
replaced
with King Crimson

planted beds of magic
mushrooms
in the furrows
of my brain

symbolism
being my currency;
mythology my game

was ’69 a Rooster year
and Yasgur’s farm
Hendrix blitzkrieg anthem
and Carlos wrestling
with his
snake guitar
channeling the cosmos
raw, unfiltered

and me sitting in a library
in apartheid South Africa
sweet
sixteen
reading Plato (had
to start somewhere)

desire for a truth mystical
not yet a droll dream

keys
being pushed on
my mellotron keyboard

swirling with tune samples
and snippets of ideas

heart beat be
a drum but could
it do
a hard rock solo?

stuck
on the turntable of life

I watched you undress
slip into bed

wondering
my whole life wondering

was it
beyond me, your
nuance of invitation?