Hymn to the Goddess San Francisco in Paradise
If you want to live high get high — Nihil C.
. Up under the bell skirt caving over the soil white legs flashing — amazed to see under their clothes they are naked this makes them sacred & more than they are in their own shape free the wildest cock-blowing gang-fucking foul-tongued head chick thus the most so — . high town high in the dark town dream sex church YAHWEH peyote spook Mary the Fish-eyed spotless, lascivious, vomiting molten gold. san fran sisco hung over & swing down dancers on water oil slick glide shaman longshoremen magical strikes — howls of the guardians rise from the waterfront. — state line beauties those switcher engines leading wagons warehouz of jewels and fresh fur car leans on its downhill springs parked on mountainsides white minarets in the night demon fog chaos. bison stroll on the grass. languid and elegant, fucking while standing young couples in silk make-up on. crystal towers gleam for a hundred miles poison oak hedges, walld child garden & the ring of mountains holding a cool basin or pure evening fog strained through the bridge gold and orange, beams of cars wiser than drivers stream across promenades, causeways, incensed exhaust. smiling the city Hall Altar to Heaven they serve up the cock tail, there is higher than nature in city it spins in the sky . quenching the blue flame tasting the tea brought from China cracking the fresh duck egg on white plate passed out the gates of our chambers over the clear miles, ships forever such ecstasy wealth and such beauty we live in the sign of Good Will… (the white-robed saint trim my locks for a paltry sun… life is like free) rolling lawns clippt and the smell of gum tree. boiled crabs from a saltwater vat rhine wine. bison and elk of Chrysopylae eels in the rocks in the wave olive oil, garlic, soy, hard cheese. Devas of small merit in Jambudvipa plucking sour berries to eat: shall ascend to an eminence scanning the scene fog in from the Farollones long ship low far below sliding under the bridge bright white red-lead — blue of the sea on that ship is me . — smilers all on the nod nap on cots but the slither & breakfree tosst slipper up on the toe & the white thighs open the flesh of the wet flower LAW crossed eyes gleam come flowery prints and yellow kettles in a row breast weight swelled down kind chairmen smile around. generals and presidents swallow hoping they too can come THERE IS NO WAY turn back dead tourist drop your crumb your funny passport — fall back richer spenders think you make with wild teenager on hard forever crust in jewel — you are too old the san francisco fake front strip tease phony, sweaty, last a minute and they stink and die THIS LAND IS FOR THE HIGH & love is for ten thousand years (damnd square climbers give me pains) them wilty blossoms on her sweaty brow — the flute and lute and drums police cars siren down on Fillmore fog clears back away the police close in & shoot the loose & clouds are slipping by & hide it in your pockets — it all becomes plain sky.