jackson's mist dispelled
free french the golden thoughts
and lie down with the essence
that is dispelled from the orifice
of the liberating highway for
tunnel vision is unbecoming to you.
let the words drip from your self
and see the patterns displaced
before your opened eyes, with rhyme,
without reason, without conditions
placed upon you, for you, by you.
dispel the guardians of the ego
into the bondage of ether placenta
and succumb to the numbness
of freedoms dancing light,
pregnant with lavenders sucking bees.
forbid not the tassels to twirl
long past your graven image, but
kneel gently upon the asphalt of boredom,
while imagination rips into a sonata
in 'see sharp'... no flats on this trip!