Tuesday, August 17, 2010

FIRST SUPPER

FIRST SUPPER

in the silence of the high mountains of Oaxaca
where the valley gets deeper and higher
suspended in mid-air
sitting for our first supper with Jesus
at the agnostic church of holiness
twelve beat poets clearing their senses
surrounded by the forces of chaos
without technology entering our minds
only magic mushrooms
one bite at a time
seeing the light with delusions
singing hymns to St. Geryon
drinking wine with bread
eating mushroom soup
throwing out words in the quest for truth
and more poems

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a place where a lot can be written and then read for the first time by he who penned it - days later....

Nice weaving of words.

- Dina

brenda w said...

Beat poets on mushrooms, giving rise to magic images. You rocked this piece, Wayne! Well done.
~Brenda

Anonymous said...

You want to be careful with those mushrooms - it could end up by being the last supper as well as the first!

Andy Sewina said...

Yeah, cool! love the bit about the magic mushrooms!!!

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