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Self-Induced Sympathetic Arousal

It's like a marriage of Heaven & Hell
just ask Blake...though he coined the phrase
I doubt he knows my intent, no matter where his ghost may be hiding...

Perhaps Huxley would prove an interesting traveling companion
but his doors of perception were only opened for an afternoon
I want time to slip, drip, unsupervised

Under a universal desert sky
dancing to the tribal drums
as mortar and pestle crush, rush

our demons rise to dance fire side
a summoning of Dionysus...but I wish not to drink wine
I want whiskey, with a powder rim

I want the ghost of Jim

I want to chase rainbows across the sky
recline with Picasso, contorted and distorted
cubed and packaged in a soup can

trailing with Warhol to my final destination

I want to know their secrets
I want to breath their courage
I want to trip with wild abandon

I want my prefrontal cortex to wake the hell up
I want to trigger the neurons and tickle
sympathetic arousal

I want to write from experience
I want to paint what I really see

I want to pop peyote with Jim Morrison
travel back to the highway
see what he really saw
and know it wasn't a dream.

Who would you want to visit with if you could pick ANYBODY...that's a tough prompt...think about it...do we go for knowledge, power, good, bad...so many spirits throughout history I'd love to have coffee with...but coffee's boring by times...and I think the ghost of Jim would be up for my trip...Join us for Poetics over at dVersePoets and share your prompt companion.



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Claudia said…
ha..i think he would be def. up for your trip...smiles..I want to chase rainbows across the sky
recline with Picasso, contorted and distorted
cubed and packaged in a soup can...loved this..and yeah...whisky of course...with a powder rim...cool write tash
March 23, 2013 at 4:13 PM
Brian Miller said…
you could just have a party and invite them all...ha...one of the first poetry books i owned...actually the first was jim morrison...and was the only one i owned for years...it would def be a trip to travel with him for a bit...a bit scary as well in the descent depending on whose story is real...smiles...i like the tour of many up front...as you consider who it might be...again, i say lets have a big party...then we can really write from experience...smiles.
March 23, 2013 at 4:14 PM
scotthastiepoet said…
Pretty bloody marvellous Tash, I'm with you all the way on this...
March 23, 2013 at 4:15 PM
Mary said…
Ah, this would be quite a 'high' to be able to meet of those you mentioned. If I had a choice of only one, I'd choose Jim Morrison. Like his 'down to earth' quality!
March 23, 2013 at 4:17 PM
Anonymous said…
Me too, me too. Was a little obsessed with Jim Morrison in my youth - well, were't we all?
March 23, 2013 at 4:30 PM
Anonymous said…
Nice selection of artists to visit. Visit being the key word if their inspiration came from the drugs they are said to have used and abused, which may not be true. But their brilliance would be a treat, the freedom in shich they expressed, the honesty in all of their voices. Very kool!
March 23, 2013 at 4:31 PM
Maude Lynn said…
Now, this sounds like fun!
March 23, 2013 at 4:35 PM
brudberg said…
Indeed a nice selection of guests in your poetry....
March 23, 2013 at 4:41 PM
Susan Daniels said…
Oh, Tash--So far I have wanted to "hang" with everyone people have described. Your group here, sounds the most fun so far!
March 23, 2013 at 4:59 PM
Glenn Buttkus said…
You and the Lizard King, swathed in tight red leather, cruising the Southwest in his Corvette convertible; oh yeah, what an image; with you quoting Blake & Huxley and he quoting Gonzo quips from Hunter S. Thompson; both of you acting out scenes from Oliver Stone's THE DOORS; really pumped my imagination!
March 23, 2013 at 5:12 PM
Ben Ditty said…
I want to travel with Tash.
March 23, 2013 at 5:23 PM
Chasing Tao said…
The key to it all!

"I want to write from experience
I want to paint what I really see."

...and that makes all the difference!

Roger ☺
March 23, 2013 at 5:25 PM
mrs mediocrity said…
When my brother was a teenager, he kept threatening to run away to Florida to follow Jim Morrison's trail... I smiled all the way through this, what a group! Jim would definitely be the life of any party...
March 23, 2013 at 5:45 PM
Anonymous said…
So many ghosts to talk to here...would love to speak with Blake and I always wanted to party with Jim Morrison only not sure I'd be able to keep up now! :)
March 23, 2013 at 7:19 PM
Ellecee said…
A lot of great ones listed here Tash,, and I love the special words you use to describe each one. By the sound of the responses it seems like a lot of us dream of just such a trip....Excellent poem,,,
March 23, 2013 at 7:52 PM
Unknown said…
I'd pass all the others for a meeting with Blake.
March 23, 2013 at 8:00 PM
Laurie Kolp said…
I want to chase rainbows across the sky
recline with Picasso, contorted and distorted
cubed and packaged in a soup can

trailing with Warhol to my final destination


Love this, Tash!
March 23, 2013 at 8:40 PM
The Zen of Gavin said…
Love it. I couldn't keep up with Jim though. And there is Whiskey again (less the rim). Keep mentioning whiskey poets I'm going to be truly having a conversation with the whole gang mentioned here.

Tash your poetry always goes down smooth.

March 23, 2013 at 9:22 PM
Patricia said…
really liked this line...
recline with Picasso, contorted and distorted
cubed and packaged in a soup can...

Love that you embraced them all = )
March 23, 2013 at 10:30 PM
Anonymous said…
What a great selection of dates for coffee. I felt like I really got to know Warhol when I studied him in depth for an exhibit when I was a docent. Not sure coffee would be enough for him. :0)
March 24, 2013 at 12:13 AM
Kathy Reed said…
The imagination soars with this prompt and your poem...makes me think of not only reclining with Picasso but syncing with Mick and Keith, cueing with Paul Newman and so on and so on..:)
March 24, 2013 at 12:28 AM
Susan said…
I don't know about Morrison or Picasso, but I'm with you on Blake and the marriage of heaven and Hell and being there alive in what you see, oh yeah, cortext awaken!
March 24, 2013 at 4:22 AM
Mary said…
(In response to your comment at my blog, DO go to see Cohen if he is coming to your area if you can. He came here, and I could not go to see him...and it saddened me as I am sure this would have been my last opportunity. His concert was said to be fantastic. I have never wanted to see a concert more....but, oh well, I have his music and his poetry.)
March 24, 2013 at 10:09 AM
kelvin s.m. said…
...too many ghosts to hunt for sure... ha... and i am more than up for such a trip... smiles...
March 24, 2013 at 10:59 AM
adan said…
powerful and fun, a great read ;-)

seemed to pick up steam toward the end with wanting to see what morrison saw, and "knowing" it was true

fav line,

"I want my prefrontal cortex to wake the hell up" - yeah, me too ;-)
March 24, 2013 at 2:57 PM
Grandmother Mary said…
You do make it seem so appealing...
March 24, 2013 at 7:22 PM
Liz Rice-Sosne said…
Jamie told me of you. I am so glad that she did. And yes, I truly relate to your wonderful words ... for all that I have ever really wanted was a time machine.
March 25, 2013 at 5:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Sounds like Timothy Leary should be hosting this party--
March 25, 2013 at 7:12 PM
Unknown said…
Layers and layers of goodness. My claim to almost-fame is having met 2/4 of the Doors. Jim wasn't one of them, yet.
April 27, 2015 at 10:12 PM
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