Category: The Devil’s Mountain’s Shadow

Whø’d’Åd ê VVįż VVÿmµńì

 Visit from the Wise Woman Who’d’ad

Here is a short poemoid which was borne of a text conversation I had with Stacy Schaefer.  

Below the poem is a recording of a reading done in my best Bill Boroughs voice (well, maybe not best), but first the written version.

 Visit from the Wise Woman Who’d’ad
(Who’d had Words & Meals with the Huichols)

It’s a nightmare my dear,
I’m quite disturbed by Saul ‘n’ all. 
But, here to protect ‘n’ preserve 
things since 2011, FALL!… 
I’m keeping things cordial, (for now)
N’still tryin’ t’save FARM & scene.
15 years here…roots DO’W, now 
“So, what happened?”
Known eventually…
(Oh, and by the way…
they stopped paying me back in May)
Could harm only my efforts & luck
pointing out each’s deeds that sucked 
So please, play along today, as
I shan’t be out-lucked!!!

∞

d’Çłęƒțïį

Only Friends are Real
Embrace Shulgin-ness
DON’T SCARE THE HORSES
DO BETTER!

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įÅ d’Otrïį Dędįçåtęæ

“A Dedication to Others“

In high-flying vehicles
with orphans as pilots,
Exotic neurotransmitters in
their strange rare diets. To the
Neurotic Mic-grabbers and
Back-of-the-class Nappers!
Those lucky in life, or those
For-now-at-least-happy-in-lifers.
Complicated-Simplicity-havers,
& the Performers-slash-Dancers!
Tramatized-Number-Lovers & the
Cardio-MAPSers trailing behind!
Singing always songs, with no end in sight
the type one always seems to sing at night!
For those who love deeply,
not giving way to fear, but despite!
And to those that face bias,
but simply won’t loose.
Those struggling for sobriety
& those deep in the dope
Those that RESIST! as
all the rest comply (& lose hope)…
For all of you, Oh! Yes & those too
I knew I’d forget (never mind,
“What’s yer current SmartPill reliance?”)
Let valley warm & mountain peak chill
sing of a community, one growing still.
In the shadow of a devil’s mountain,
on this here little pleasant hill.

Where the GOODNESS first grew,
in the bright shadow of a Great Gentle Giant

∞

d’Çłęƒțïį

Only Friends are Real
Embrace Shulgin-ness
DON’T SCARE THE HORSES
DO BETTER!

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įÅ ´Påńtæźïį d’Ętÿłãmęńęƒèńœł

The Changing of Things with a Chain and a Ring:

‘Phenethylamine Fantasies’

What occurred in these walls
in those halcyon days,
w’the Old Masters tech-
niques in their prime?
Beethoven blasting, as
the years went on passing
with the music helping
the atoms keep time.

As beta-nitrostyrenes were
reduced in his daydreams,
(the novelty growing with
white hairs on his head);
The Phenethyl fantasies of
his nocturnal chemistries
progressing as he lay in his bed.

Once he’d lost alpha’s methyl,
(which’d made the chain ethyl),
these changes and a hundred or more!
At C4 a chlorine, a bromine or fluorine,
in a flash placed a thiol at four.
With this a new series!
ALEPH-like but two Cs
These ideas become pages
in a tome called Pihkal.


2,5-substitutions?
Had a simple solution
The hillside Hierophantes
first methoxy ‘em all, as

Each refluxing reaction
and condensing contraption
yielt his triple-neck gifts
borne of round-bottom flasks.

∞

d’Çłęƒțïį

Only Friends are Real
Embrace Shulgin-ness
DON’T SCARE THE HORSES
DO BETTER!

≈Ω≈

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