Sam who? (Sammy Hagar)

1.    
reached within a cunt hair of Samadhi      
while driving along the highway    
in an eighty six Ford Econoline      
     
worked the flea markets on weekends    
while the week was spent painting    
in a studio sanctioned by student loans    
     
theosophical discussions      
with synthesized ergot    
cliff notes on mysticism:    
     
93 current affairs      
418 laws to rewrite    
6 million ways to die    
1.61803 ways to live    
     
two thirds of this made perfect sense    
the other bit became automatic    
     
the almost oneness was quite frightening      
driving I 95 at 85 miles per hour    
the robot responding to radar      
     
the reboot was almost complete    
when the robot regained the wheel    
before the holy unity of guardrail      
     
     
2.    
The long thin silk thread of space    
just before Samadhi      
curled around the funny bone      
of my skull last night      
while driving home    
     
The last thirty miles      
is open road      
five or six traffic lights    
     
Our old Camry knows that stretch    
well enough to fall in love    
and eases into her own    
when the last big town is passed    
     
I have been burning books on mysticism      
to inhale the exhaust as intoxicant    
but also, to give a proper epitaph      
to the long dead actor    
in a more simple language    
     
The doors to the theatre      
blew wide open      
when the wishing wells      
were worded as a banishment      
to the rhetoric of ritual    
     
Set on north 611    
at 50 miles per hour      
the four dancing bears      
on the bumper      
kicked the curtain open    
     
The drivers side window doesn't open    
so the wind from the opened others    
spiraled in the encore of the big unity    
before the performers separated from stage    
     
     
     
     
     
*note: this was entered into Bragg's comp "driving"