Crickets In Head

CRICKETS IN HEAD I’m a NeoPagan From the Church of All Worlds Dedicated to the celebration of Life. I’m set on a land in the long run Looking for crackets. The brooms come higher that I expected And the hole throws up and has to open its songs. I have ears to hear them And eyes to see a deep chair In a green dress. I find myself between Sabbat or Pagan festival Smiling its ok. Look: Here’ coming Oimelc, Ostara, Beltane Ltha, Lugnasad, Mabon, Samhain and Yule Wanting to touch my face. Probably they rattling Brushing me out of its night. And there are others: Cernunnos and Diana saying it to me: “Those who have ears to hear Let them hear The crickets’ cri cri in head” Ok ok as I say. Me and We are programated holler, squeaky Dreaming the green mats Of a hit confusión of body and mind While crickets have a narrow squeak. Do You know, do You see: In the new days the celebration is As in the old days: Crimes, rapes, wars. The Solstice and Equinox Walk on bloody air. From the Zenit to the Nadir Wo/men pass their artificial time Living by one’s wits. Earth relates the Universe as we perceive it: The Solstices and Equinoxes Are tired of our criminal freak And Dane Rudyar’s “The Astrology of Personality” is broken Founding fur in our dreams In our stew. Word, our Word now Is tired and rap Robert Heinlein’ s “Stranger in a Strange Land”. Crackets sing Neo-Paganism In its black wings As in the Cauldron of Cerridwen and in the Holy Grail The day of equal dark and equal light Beginning anew.