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The words

Erowid used to be this vault of intangible mystery


I don’t know how many reports I read
before I took things into my own hands

I was young, yeah
just 14

I was old—

Huichol kids were no strangers
to the small buttons in the sand

the babes of the Shipibo
drinking little cups of aya
before they were born—
breastfed and initiated—

old still—
compared to the coming of age
of the Bwiti—


I didn’t know what I was but

falsely prohibited—

I knew I had to know

Sitting in Tony’s dumpy backyard
on a busted ass couch
his loose mohawk a veil of fat

You have to keep the lighter on it
You have to hold it in for a long time
Hit it again
It’s not working, this shit is fucking bunk

We had no idea what we were in for
and I was the only one that did it right
I took these huge lungfulls
out of one of those old green acrylic bongs
until I thought I could see music notes
where their voices were
and everything went bright sky blue
I was floating
in front of a burning fireball star
we were the only things
in existence

there were two long black lines
thinning into a point on the horizon
of the blinding surface of the sun
smoldering—
connecting whatever I was
to whatever it was—
I could see white things
racing
up and down it
like a highway

they were symbols,
no—they were
words


Saponification

                     Melt down
                                             teflon
                                                           into a shiny
                                jet black
                                 serum
            pull back
                                                           and plunge
                                   until
             the halfmoon
     disappears                       dead
                   at the junction
                                                             of déjà vu

                    emerald lily
    who led
the way
                               back home
                                                strapped
                 down

      who carried
                              a lotus
               made of ash
                                         into the boiling
                        stillness
incinerates
                      like an aerosol
                                                  or a spider’s web
  made of quicksand
                                        entombs

a slight
of the hand
                                                  neurochemical
                  hijack          
                                this                   never
       happened

Jay’s spiral

   Some only have one antler left—they stop to
                                                                        take
way toward where the sun will set                  a
their                                                I’ll           break
on           couldn’t care                   be          under
farm       I              less          blowing              the
the         it           we’ve              hash     leaveless
thru       gets      made            smoke             oak
moves   one              it                     in    attentive
herd      no                to                that                to
whole   like             the       direction              the
a            seems   sandy                   for   footsteps
furry     it         smooth                      a          from
and       though     core               while             the
nosed   even                                         I       inside
black    spiral another make I’ll think            of
me                                                                     the
watching them watch to stop I where house

One moment

withdraw the sun, draw the dotted outlines
of night,

peel apart the chests and devour
the microlight,

Solo—  with each word secedes the soul
resonation we are scanning to take flight

(so)

disavow the moon, erase the insides
of day,

carefully bind the backs to keck
a humming darkness,

without will or word rescinds the old
world we left behind