The First Time

it was like "look at how magnificent the world can be"
and i felt it.. it was intense at first, i wasn't sure i could take it, i sat down.
but after those faithful words that were repeated to me by a wise man full of youth i understood.
you know the words
embeded in my reality my lexicon my way of life.
and as i was coming up, ridding the pink unicorn of pleasure and possibilities... i saw.
and i smiled
oh boy did i smile
the energy itself would suffice for a good high, a pleasant trip
oh wow i wish i could charge you with a fraction of this playa energy
it was something like nothing i had ever experienced
so much joy concentrated in one place beat me to a pulp
and i inhaled it,
i rode that pink unicorn hard the world in slow motion my happiness exponentially expanding from within me to the tips of my thoughts
i was content with the world, the sand at my feet, the beat of my heart
it was electrifying
i stood
my golden bejeweled spandex leggings sparkling magic in the darkness of the out door rave. they were borrowed, like so many things , like the land that was being beaten by my tapping feet, like the air that i breathed in and exhaled fire from the dj booth
the reno thrift store tie dangling from my head like a bandanna of 'fuck you society, i'll flash your republicans and ass smack your conservatives"
the shirt i wore, silk screened with the words "Daft Punk" made by me, me and an old friend who is off on his own journey
the sister shirt somewhere in his closet
the smiles of the thousands of people around me, dancing, they were the safety nets to this particular pink unicorn trip, even if i fell off i would fall in an endless sea of smiles
and wow was that reassuring
providing my own floating device from my lips
dancing the 4 of us
wise man full of youth head bald filled with a sea of knowledge flowing from his long blond locks, and why did he care for a kid half his age who started off cold? did he really need to give me his down jacket as my feathers were ruffled in my current state of consciousness, nay, but he did, and i flew , those feathers flying me back on the pink unicorn
a girl with a smile to out smile all the playa people so glad
oh so glad
her friend, she lent me those leggings, she danced belly Hindu sensuality as i sat awed by life
kissing me candy lips giving me the cpr of pleasure making sure i was always breathing joy
making my face and loins smile like dancing hippies the 70's was just a decade dude
the best time i ever had
surrounded by so much joy that it was indecipherable like Egyptian hieroglyphs .. where did it end , where did it begins inside all of us
and as the police strolled through the crowds looking for trouble like bullies on the play ground i shielded myself with 2 fingers shaped V reminiscent of 20-30-40 year old protests
and when the dancing was over we walked to the edge of the desert, sat down , 3 new friends among us, a 50 odd ball biker artist, who has touched all of you with his Disney collaborations 3 sons 3 mothers .. his stories were enthralling, a too-smart-for-his-own-good asain boy from orange county who studied and went to raves, combining those A's with lots of E, and some drunk texan ex marine freshly kicked out for burning forbidden twigs in his mouth wearing his birthday suit save some boxers
we watched the sun rise , great ball of flaming passion we let the sound of its beauty pierce our eyes and play us toons
and that was the first time i tried ecstasy