One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

-unknown

Death is a journey.

-Death Cult

time to weigh anchor,
fly from snowfall to sunset,
return to the source

morning in the airport bar,
drinks with a stranger turned friend

travel nap over,
touch down in California;
Bifter, here I come

peyote driven uber
reminds, no expectations

welcomed to trash camp
by a wizard, shield maiden,
and moonchild ranger

breathing freely, feeling more
myself, garbed in truer cloth

first feet in cali,
introductions all around;
got blitzed night zero

three a.m. and some old friends
conversation wandering 

desert nights, colder
than I can handle alone;
dear circumstances

overnight heckle surprise,
communing fire side by side

a concourse of gulls
flight dance reshaping lake maps;
winter in the south

the mountain top sharing smoke,
sunlit morning ritual

yekket teaches how
to play with crows, stones, and teeth;
the blade’s art and cards

fighting during field battles,
exhilarating technique

squad gathering at
the recycling consortium,
gifted wizards named

night sets in, and we journey,
fueled by pieces of eight

lo, do i walk through
the valley of ego death,
god is within we

vision prism coloring
the darkness surrounding me

silver moonlit fog
creeping across the meadow;
mystical cauldron

vibrations heightened, i sit
on a stone, the world blurring

countless fever dreams
of lives returning, mindful
electricity

brain unlearning truncation,
details once hidden, revealed

goddess of the west,
too haggard to be compared,
graces acid dreams

we are gathered to the flame,
quiet in breath and heartbeat

spring of consciousness
infinitely refreshing;
stitches of laughter

fermi paradox lessons,
first, or last, you can’t cheat space

woman of prowess
stayed vigilant by the hearth,
guarding against frost

dawn captured snow-capped mountains,
humbled and in awe of life

bucket of donuts
champions breakfast, coffee
and a cigarette

smiles blossoming this morning,
a sense of belonging grows

it’s a holy day,
disciples cleansed and readied
to endure, Pabstism

squad and hammer united,
joyous mosh pit battle dance

beet red and bruising,
tempered by each faithful hand 
sweet bois are beaming

celebrations lift spirits,
gods revel into the night

breathing embered fire
back to life, realizing
timeless practices

sparkling neurochemistry
refreshing courageousness

drunken goblin tour
leads to a hype squad, heckling
security threat

about this community,
always a longer table

amped for this last night,
voices harmonize, bodies
move to our music

suddenly, exhaustion hits
one too many, fade to black

waking up cocooned
on a blow up pull out couch,
how did i get here?

learning of shenanigans,
lucky i found friends like these

time for departing,
packing, farewell embraces,
safe travels to all

grateful for these memories,
until we meet again, 孫.

By: 孙悟安