POETIC LICENSES

I have relinquished my morose nature of earlier today, but the anger that was suppressed by it is kicking my cobwebs....a white moth engages a black butterfly.....by scent alone, compelled... then, distracted by others.....of millions....of subsets of  thought and perception, wherein physicality is not consciously within the realms of dreaming...the chemistry of thought, having obliterated...for a fraction of a second....the nanosecond before.....a new Universe manifests via the artfulness of intuition and false memories, to reveal the Grand Incomprehensibility. ......Such are the scribbled notes left on the pad by the bed, that the dreams might be remembered, in the shorthand of semi-consciousness...... A REMINDER FROM 'HAIR'....... "LET THE SUNSHINE IN~"  Some afternoon cheerfulness that I gave to a stranger, who, exasperated and depressed, slumped against my mailbox....The 'painting', inspired by Bruce Riley, was done with a paper clip, and some old paint...

            The 'one' I wrote the memory of.....after it seemed 'stuck' in the storage room of my brain, like an old sweater in an old trunk....in the attic closet......

Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma.........enlightened santoorist .........died, 3 years ago.........I would rather have heard that some of our 'un'enlightened' rightist 'senators'/politicians had choked on their own vomit, however......... I, in Youth, believed that Pandit, Ravi Shankar and other musicians that George Harrison brought to America....could transform,by Raised-Consciousness......the Western World.....But THAT was but a momentary 'Fashion Trend', wasn't it? America is back into Suits and Uniforms, eager to 'Blow Up Stuff'.......