And pain
Shiva drank the poison
To free my spirit
From city lights
My past cremated in ashes and bottle caps
Too much bar puja
And poetry
Searching for Kerouac’s
Looking for enlightenment
In the Desolation Peaks
Holding out my thumb
Like old Dean Moriarty
Of breakthroughs and breakdowns.
Enlightenment
At both ends
And the only way out
The only way to the universe… within
Hopping freight trains
The lakes and forests
Of America
Boxcar wine and scrawl
Of poet pirates
The great railway lines
Swallowing the landscape
Of what might have been…
Vasuki
Of immortality
Carries me to the desert
Of starlight and self doubt
A new Mahabharata
Of non Euclidean dreams
Where the chaos
In the dust of factory floors;
Discarded verses
Swept up and drank
From voices with dry tongues
The well spring of hope
Lies just beyond the sun,
As the heart of the mountain’s back.