Here’s how to do it.
Realize you’re alive.
Go out and screw it.
Fall on your ass and survive!
Then look at the weather.
You should have worn a coat.
Pull yourself together.
Speak through your throat.
Next grab your tongue
Roll it way out.
It’s a slippery one.
Still grab it and shout
you’ve seen the second coming.
You’re a living god with brains.
And every thing is drumming
from cells to windowpanes.
And you open up and see us
all dancing in a row
as daffodil and cactus
deep in a summer snow.
Then think you’re somebody
till all your dying days
gather up with nobody
and celebrate the haze.