eugenepower-poems

An emerald set in blue brocade Sheltered in a horseshoe bay Lies below a path up high Through cliffs of resin scented pine. Domed nest of ancient spirit rest; A sleeping sacred womb In dawn’s retiring mists; In depths of deep dense blue .

On damp earth Butterflies extend coiled tongues to drink. They rise in clouds, Like petals on the wind.

The writer must write! But first the writer must piss, So the writer goes for a piss and come back to write. The writer must drink! So the writer drinks and resumes writing. The writer must smoke! And so the writer smokes And writes. The writer drinks And smokes And writes. The writer writes. The writer drinks ouzo with water and ice. The writer smokes marijuana. The writer is dizzy, Listening to crazy, abstract jazz, Floating on a sea of anise perfumed waves.