ELECTRIC MOUNTAIN

Corn fed on portable radio religion

the center is where you happen to be.

Resting nomads warm the blue rock

of the local goddess nestled in laurel

where only her seven qualities awaken.

 

High on a mountain a green slab

cries out my lover's secret name,

still shimmering in moonlit song.

Image of body and sad shadows,

she marries me in stone tied magic

by means of a hand fashioned clod.

 

She, like the mountain, shifts

and turns in her daylight persona,

plays the mistress in moonlight,

quakes and stumbles into flower

and snakes an eternal path.

 

Framed with altar horns

the blue mountain climber

hauls up his inner wish

with nothing to gain but his magic,

the mother blood he already has.

 

In caves surrounded by dream

the private sorcerer

scratches his jeweled scepter

across the rock floor

combusting metals into fire.

 

The soul is shown to his armor

like a kid to his first bike,

jade shoulders and a breast plate

of agates and cameos that

bestows the powers of ten warriors.

 

Electric culture is everywhere

bounded by cosmic coloring,

groaning up the mountainside

through the misty promise

of the goat path in the heart.

©Jimmy Warner Design, 2011