The pink flamingo
Gave me a kaleidoscope
That I might better see
The repeating patterns
Of all mankind
And their futility
I turned the wheel
This way and that
Like another little hamster
But no matter how hard I tried
I couldn’t find the answer
To slowing down I was so mesmerised
That it made me forget to think
But I knew in my most secret soul
It was pushing me over the brink
Then it came to me in a vision
As Alan Watts dressed in a kinono
Finished a lecture he had given
‘To stop the pattern stop the wheel
Tell me afterward how it feels’
And so I did and the patterns ceased
And I found myself released
Until my alarm clock roused me
And the visions ceased
And i with regret got out of bed
Away from my flamingo dream angelic
I have to remember not to go to sleep
Having taken psychedelics.