Like Paradise and Moriarty,
With bling and glitterati
Contiki Mariners on the River Styx,
One skeptic traveler and a starry eyed mystic.
Both living, breathing epitomes of cool
Reading hippie manifestos and riding on a ship with fools.
In mystical Hondas and a Jeep
They go far as Janet in a leap
Head down south to the Sudan
Walking bare foot on a frying pan.
To inside caves 400 northeast of the Beat Mecca
And 6000 nauticals southeast of Tribeca
Scribbles by ancient punk in a magic dust bowl
Surfing time warps in a black hole
Basking in warm California like fun,
Praying for the gods to the golden sun.
Then faster than the speed of night
An oasis appears through the dead of light
A watery mirage of guilty pleasure
Lust without caution at your unruly leisure
Now if angels of conscience feared they could astray
It was only for ghost riders in a sojourn overstay.
Night fell over sunset like a black sequined gown
The insatiable darkness covered them like down
Entrapped by the queen of the sleepless night
As Circe did to Ulysses in flight,
Isis and Osiris fornicate and fight.
In Honeymoon temples they sleep in twilight.
Drown into a quicksand through life’s little hell hole,
Immortals trapped forever in history’s forgotten portal.
My magical mystical tour continues…..