Purple Waterbeds

 
My guru plays lead
with velvet lava lamps.
One blows bubbles
in the blacklights
of psychedelic quaaludes!
Other drops acid with the bummers
of free madness.
Will not some take hard
on purple patterns?

The draft board sings
about paisley bellbottoms.
Peace!
Silence quivers in soft revolutions.
Love!

The music quivers in the agony
of endless summers.
Shall not the sun
light fires in the latitudes
of glorious death?
My cuckoo's humor!
Angels and sailors!

Her thigh dwells in the delight
of green sadness,
As the desert lingers long
on dark laughter.
The stranger dances
to black caravans.
Wake up!


PAR