reserve [work in progress]

Jack is a coyote who I'm in love with. A year ago, he was psychotic. Guess what got him out of his psychosis? Cannabis. That's right--this illegal seraphic, that was to the Hindus created by their God Shiva, and is to us created by In God We Trust--fed by money for the 3-D monopoly, despised by some, with millions arrested for its possession. 1

Sitting at the computer, I was reading about Timothy Leary's 8-Circuit System of consciousness, purveying
I walked into the den and Jack sat on the bed, his shark pipe with its beautiful blue tones and shapely, aquarian form clasped in one hand, the other hand resting upon a book. "Are you ready yet?" I asked, and his eyes looked into mine--2

"You read my mind," he said simply. 3

I sat beside him on the bed, and glared at the Nataraja poster upon my wall--the Hindu God Shiva in his Cosmic Dancer form, flame in right hand symbolizing destruction, hourglass drum in other, symbolizing the rhythm of creation; dancing upon a demon of ignorance, this light blue figure with a oval-shaped third eye resting upon its head, grinning like a chesire cat and eyes pleasantly cannablissed. 4

From a plastic baggie he took out the glorious specimen. Psilocybin mushrooms--handing me four caps, and four stalks. He then took the shark piece and lit it with his lighter--succintly then he blew three exhales of smoke at them, purifying them. 5

The sacraments were then consumed--and Jack and I walked out of the den, and into the foyer, sitting at the desktop computer. 6