The power of pscyhedelic chemistry

No Conventional Endeavor

A simple mind may be an oddity
Bell hollow, empty and free
Defensive as a salamander stem
Incurious and reactive to “them!”
A pitiful choir singing off key,

not? Like the elliptical blogger bunch,
Beat reverberates with a hard key punch
Verse written sans harmony
Sounds out like a parody
Less tasty than a meatless lunch.

Are they are doing the best they can?
Awash like a nascent Republican
With limited vocabulary
Weak historical commentary
They need the muddled high clarity of Kubla Khan

Doth electric madness infest the purveyors of these narcist fumarole inhalations
Endothermic inhabitants on this entropic avenue of ennui, feast on the heat of disorder,
Where unknown and forgotten code impersonating esoteric symbolism resides
Waiting to reincarnate as otherworldly creatures of capitalistic intelligent

Xanadu sequence bent into perfection, attracting imperceptible wafts of incense?
Let imagination run off to the Alph shore, float high over the dark slant-rhyme edge
Where you have ancestral chorus notes meandering “athwart a cedar cavern.”
Distinctly foreign sadness insights luminaries to redeem us from wanton malignancy—

“Finesse be first, whose elegance deplores
All things save beauty, ...”            convention ignores
“And thanks them by departing with their purse;” *
Don’t take opposition as some divine curse,
Accept reality as a taboo notion only god implores,

“illumination,” as an uncapitalized offense
Defused by stewing behind a grammatical defense
To save face or less,
Lest the readers digress,
Read and ponder the stuff of grand Coleridge eloquence.

* from “Six Poets in Search of a Lawyer”
by Donald Hall


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