Somewhere fruit is always ripening.Every season we fill baskets with apples that a snake tricked us into eating a long time ago.Until one day sitting under this tree I came to see that this whole time The snake was hidden,Coiled at the base of my own spine.High mountains, low valleysChairs, tables, fables,They called me the seekerSeek.I smoked hashish with a seek named Zeek once on the bank of the river Ganges in a kiva in a back yard of an old church in the back yard of an old church is South Dakota. Where I killed my brother, died reborn enslaved by my mother, whom I called master, in alabaster or was it Alabama? I ate my sis reborn catfish in a dish made of gold, or was it clay, but what’s the difference?Play your flute, charm the snakeTell the others, the great escapeThat latch key to let me in when I got home from schoolWhile you where still at work God, you’re such a jerkOr at least that’s what some say, but you where just away at your as the neighborhood garbage man, picking up all the baggage.Silently laughing Because we could never find the Holy Grail.