Spliff #3,523

Abstraction, when it’s subtlety is a fraction
Of its puddles of action
Can steal you back from Babylon
And your handle on conventional wisdom.
The city is a womb from which I come
Cumming wildly passionately, too many cellos for some
With a beat like the seat cushion, and the Subway hum
The passengers are duplexes and condominiums of
Yuppies, puppies, muppets and all the sheeples I love
Each one a finger traveling in purgatory’s glove
Sit melting in wax, their faces hovering on the traincar’s floor.
(I juest received a fax, each page was a boor.)
My fingerprints are captions, the keys are the doors
[For the need of the herd to ship the weed and the herbs
I’m breeding Dutch helicopters. From seeds into birds.]
Like the creed of the Brujo is a journey through shrooms
Ganja is a dojo where a flower named Jah(bless) blooms.