Heady Tongues

Heady Tongues

Professor Y. Egghead (AKA, PhD, Boffin)

            and his astral travelling friend

Swami C. Transcendental (divinity studies, failed)

            were

                        after quaffing a carafe or three

            engaged in a frank and unfettered

                        exchange of inebriated

                                    and tad muddled views

            on the compelling merits

                        of logic and magic mushrooms

                                    viz. the meaning of life.

As such carefree and

fellow travellers are want to do

                        in the fullness of time

            and as one does when

                        the electricity fails and

                                    there is no television

                                                or internet dating service

            and no cell phone because

                        the telephone company's terrorists

                                    disconnected the service in firm conviction

                                                that charity begins and ends at home.

The Professor's well lubricated throat

            gushed an eloquent and

                        self-intoxicating lecture

                                    if in a somewhat slurred voice

                                                between refills of uplifting

                                                            hospital port for

strictly medicinal purposes

            you understand

            that God

                        rest his poor tortured soul

            had a somewhat warped sense of humour

                        when He inflicted sensibly taciturn Man

                                    with unreasonably emotional Woman

            and bestowed some of them with minds

                        to fathom out the meaning of life

            a matter far too heavy for the masses

                        and best left to PhD students

                                    and their much wiser mentor Professors.

As dear old Professor Y. Egghead

            paused in his sparkling oratory

                        of sheer and pure brilliance

            to sip deeply from the font of

                        wisdom found in his freshly filled

                                    glass of heady and fruity

                                                white wine with

                                                            a most excellent and sublime nose

                                                                        to tease and excite the

                                                                                    educated and appreciative palate

Swami C. Transcendental

            took the golden opportunity

                        even though in a mildly

not on the planet

state of meditative daze

            to observe

                        in a loving and spiritual way

            that too much

                        talk and thought

                                    resulted in paralysis through analysis

            and galvanised into action

by his own celestial words

he chewed

                                                another magic mushroom

                                                            just for the road

                                                                        you understand

                                    and without as much

as a sip of logic

                                                            floated serenely

to the ceiling.