Salacious are the sailors sailing psychedelic seas
A million miles adrift yet anchored,
Their chakras reeking, seeking those sensual gems
beyond Sobriety’s boundaries
Of banal amblings, gambling for the Hidden Kingdom’s
Séances. So many memories. So much mirage.
Miraculous bandos. Subconscious sabotage.
The black burkas of restless miscreants
cast in the furnace;
succumbing to the numb sleaze
among the crew of salacious sailors
sailing psychedelic seas.