controlled substances

to be for an hour, a well-fed cat

dozing on a sunny window sill.

an hour dissolved.

no seconds, no minutes

an ever stretching bliss.

to be a suckling infant

at the breast

of a kind and glorious universe

with no boundary between infinity

and self........

and available in a powder

or a pill. this humble hilltop

feels like the peak of everest

and i am living inside this song

because this is the best,

-the very best song.

party. sex.

i've ever ever felt.

never ever realized

the depth, the wisdom

expressed so profoundly

I must write it down.

tomorrow, yes.

while it's still fresh.

Like the ancient mystics

must have done, this must be

the key that unlocks the mysteries,

this ecstasy, naked of regrets.

sinking slowly

through warm honey

could never be this sweet

never have this loft

never feel so close to god

this broken car seat

with the cigarette burns

is my throne.

this squat is my palace

this potion in my veins:

divine elixir.

this this this,

is what,

is is.

is is.