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| Richard Ganci, Kerry Yates, Gus Guinan |
ALTAR BOYS
-for Gance
Once there may have been Reason
to genuflect to Aquinas
To join all the hims in the catacombs
beneath the Vatican's
Holy Roman Mother Church
But Paul of Tarsis & Augustine of Hippo
had right wrong
So we threw our Greek books
out the seminary windows
Dropped out of the XIIIth century
& jumped aboard the Sixties'
acid test speedboat
Paralyzed
by the crisp bite of Psilocybe's apple
& itki's entheogenic blanching of belief
we were enamored with the Now
Spending Sundays hunting & gathering
shrooms on Mt. Tam. At Land's End
Kneeling before the altar of Funga
alert to itkis sudden apparitions
Learning to snap, pick, pack & play
The Pacific winds in the Douglas fir
our Introit. The Grateful Dead our Kyrie.
"...Deo Omnipotente..."
Having donned
a surplice of sentient mycelia
what once we served
no longer serves us
Ordained now as we are
acolytes of poetry & mushrooms
Wonderful! thank you, Artful!
ReplyDeleteRooting around in my past, since post-cancer I seem to have a future
Deletedear Art, wow a good poem. Timing amazing due to going over to Russian Orthodox Church ( the one with golden onion domes on Geary at 26th) to hear the choir on their Xmas eve, Jan 6th.We had a friend singing in the choir.
ReplyDeleteWhat a treat. I love choirs and have never made it into that lovely Golden Onion Dome church on Geary
Deletebeautiful liturgy with shroom
DeleteArtie, thanks so much. I still miss Gance.
ReplyDeleteGolly, so many of us who knew him still do
ReplyDeleteOh Art, Love this poem. “… the crisp bite of Psilocybe's apple.” I’m just catching up on your blog and finding treasures.
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