((PALE PEARL PINK ON THE WALLS
AND OUR DAYDREAMS
projected outward in solid reality.
We hear, we touch, we breathe. Partitions rustle
and we do not care among the creakings and thumps
nah gayothorrs for we are incarnate joys.
Each nostril is a booming perfection.
The blackened skulls and rusty bolts
are only a background
that passes to something more.
I like your eyes Liberty!
Steam drips the windows in front of utter darkness
that’s so deep it’s cool and sweet. Forget it.
Take more wings love.))
—Michael McClure, excerpt from the Ghost Tantras
Now, for you listening pleasure …
JJ Cale ~ Greatest Hits