Rick Spisak

Up on Garbage Mountain

Up on garbage mountain

along the Biscayne Bay

although the seagulls stop for dinner

they seldom fly away

t'would seem a foul idea to build it up so high

its not too wise

to leave out all that garbage

piling...

          higher...

                    vaster...

                                W - I - D – E

mountainous high

strenuous glazes, heat hassles hazes

layers strumming

summing suns drumming

heating stuffed surprise

trucks take dumps on hasty humps

leak laughing pungent snares

vapors drifting wafting... lifting

sifting in the air

waves welling falling

smelling up the air

don't rush right up or d-d-drink the c-c-cup

without a seal-tight mask to wear

we don our yellow gloves there  our acid test boots

completely airtight overalls,

and air-conditioned suits

with special pressure steel toed boots

amid the gushing whoosh

bugs are mighty strange there

we've quite a special strain

the chemicals they hatched in

resemble acid rain

they carry mighty virus, sure

a highly aggressive brood

so do not park your car nearby

they've acquired a taste for tires,

radials are good

the roaches that survive there

have carborundum shells

and when they fly from place to place

falling sparking trails are traced

the "mud that moves" we call it

watching some crawl by

don't get any on your shoe,

it'll eat right through you quick

and should you dare to poke it

it'll probably eat your stick

one thing you'll find amazing

as it reaches cloud rimmed Olympic heights

one thing its true

good it can do

bring into a tourists well earned view

a look at that strange and bloated large

a jersey, and a garbage barge

ripe as homeless and as sad a sight

as a garbage truck outta luck and gas

with a years young load

of your own waste...

Like the Taste?

Bubble Up

from a deep and silent place

I bubble up

rising from the royal blue

to the goddess above

I bubble up

a thousand artesian wells

pouring forth from the silent earth

I bubble up

reach through the layers of sea

layers of warmth,

layers of silent cool

I bubble up

listening to a beloved call

from the goddess in love

I bubble up

rising from the valley to the peak

from the roots to the trees

I bubble up

rising from the depths to the surface

rising from the earth to the air

I bubble up

rising on a million bubbles of hope

bubbles of words of light

I bubble up

rising from your toes to your feet

filling you with swirling light

rising from your legs to your spine

I bubble up

filling your arms

filling your neck

each hair extended

I bubble up

rising  through your spine

in kundalini time

I bubble up

filling you from toe to fingertip

with a billion bubbles of light

I bubble up

your entire form charmed in light

your entire being in delight of starfire

I bubble up

our light merging

our souls surging

doppler shifts to blue

we bubble up

showers of blue sapphires

iridescent puddles

seething galaxies of ecstasy

Medi-cale' Medi-cin-ale ' Mariwanta

The first rough joint, swollen and choking. The friendly circle, friends daring some dear dred danger. Sharing a confidence from hand to hand from lip to sip. Even and balanced from hind to mind caring careful, measuring moments of Miraculous Mary's hot breath!

Leafy green or dried and dusty brown, bush-buds or leaves  the jagged reaching leaves mind sieves replace out open  minded signs those interruptive stems, the blast berries of brown beetle seeding bombs

flowering buds, golden boughing bundles of bright brain food, rude to break up, stogy droughts of thoughts

leafy powder, pinch to a pipe – that

That first forest time. Sitting friended in the woods,  Off the road mere mute minutes from the madness and then the giggles gladness came - the raining gales of honest home baked humor.  Cage breaking, bar bending, balloon bubbles of blue grey, brain shaking noise with joys - did the sleeper awake, what did it take?

How gradually gradually the thoughts, unclots ten tin turn global grander sees scenes unveiling prevailing schemes.  Larger circles concede indeed the creed replace with grace

Papers, drapers, wrappers, clappers

brain breaching snappers, slaps sainted sapient seekers, tricking treaters remove the tile tasked masks

Sifting on an album book, the look as seeds tumble south, please plant these striving lives to solid soils embrace bright place roots reaching

consciousness UN-containing brain rockets , from these short sections of fine leaf selections -

Are your papers in order, are they gummed?  Are they flavored to match the merry march?  Who has papers? Who has the catching marched matches?  Who can roll the droll tally troll Mighty Merit badges for new ages sages skills among the circle's pride and pure brotherhood builder at the ashes compliant complaint.

The rituals, the victorious glorious victuals - find the source,  sift the coarse - separate the weeding seeds of need and stem tides decamp'd ride

those massed explosive spasm reveals reverie in the deviltry of tiny shirt-stained holes to knows what incensed the wires fires flow -

twitch tumbles of volcanic passion humble ashy crumble spray

Whose pitched part plan of the tribal circle clan -  Who knows and who doesn't?  Who knows the codes  roads the rules tools

Rolling papers and pipes, the types of pipes - the gassy glass, the gonging bong -  The casual coopted tobacco pipe,  corn cob, meerschaum, or the specialty antique clay

From bitty metal nettled disguise

to bright blasting plastic bong

from recycled fruity station ordered orange to apple pipe  to metal tipped toilet paper tubed roll -

The concert scene where you brought jays to burn and yearning jarring jays to share the dare crackling on the firing line from handing man  to partial seatward chum and row-wise warder - no hoader hides the wide true with lining hidden lies subdue for you

The wide array the tray of colors

and textures.  Dark green and pale green, dry crackling, Sticky, brown, amber, reddish, pale green, leafy, pressed rock solid, powdery to sticky  piney pitch the itch loose baggy leaves or rosy red-bud with whiter trimmed delight

Papers, zig zag, flavored, strawberry, cocoanut,   thin, fragile heavy as canvas,  ah the frenchy fine, topper's working stiff  old friend of One point five, one point two-five  or just the serious and solitary one to daring share the suns light repeals the stealing ash

Can you bowl and  roll a joint

that draws well and doesn't run,

even burning bud draws well,  

without sending failing orange golden glitter hail  in the debris that doesn't shower your sweethearts knees

with charming bejeweled sparks

the stem that starts and pokes like jokes through papers draper rolls ,

to push unburned protruding rude

beyond the bastion of the sacred flame trailing shrine its time though thou hast added flame and kisses

Engirding outcircling flames that untamed lurk inside.  And as the rings of smoke surround.  And blue-tinged ribbons, curl confound  And tease from dreamy eyes new vistas hipsters spy.  On even ephemeral cleverer rivers with misty wispy treelined budding bloom -  winding creeks of freaks and gurgling wisps -  Which tease and taunt while gasping spouts  thrust passed the trusty thought-carrying clouds

breaking up the buds long wispy tendrils of buds bloom,  dry clumps of brown and golden buds.  Buds that break into crushed dust,  buds that sticky clump and only prying fingers find stingily reduce the bundle to pipe fitting kindling

by the jay for the day by the nickel bag that was a box by the three fingered bag that memory lagged by the carefully measured blossom that tossed on sacred bedside bounce the ounce

and when on some teenage night

the frighty pound  was pounced

fresh wrapped from smugglers catch

they dearly dissect the dense delight

when pressed for shipment

these victorious blooms of heaven bounty blossoms begin when unconfined to reach your salient mind

and then beyond whose gradient of radiant defining silent power trains your teaching reaching brain to

stretch out passed outposts of the common drummond  - mind the clime where grander richer vistas  undefined can catch and tease toes tiny thoughts to lots of gaining gales of unbaling laughter rafters off  and having laughed last the loss of glittered littered dross

the little lie of alone  oh call the sacred circle nigh  and bell bring bright brain berries ferries music march and catch the fetching flight incense folds  the roles of blue smoked wings my chariot holds

to heaven nigh

or treasured seas side tidal wash