Tuesday Lobsang Rampa made
tea so his Third Eye could open
to see dreams fortifying in aspiring hearts
as they reach for the next beat in their comings and goings
Socrates played the lyre by
banging on the strings while
humming and hawing about the trouble of
always stressing and straining against the chains
though he loved Phaedrus in the Symposium
it was Xanthippe […]
rushing inference, imminent insightsuddenly its clear, a gut feeling swooning, reeling, cross-connected hemi-spheresyncopated, reverberated, totally aware
open bi-ways, ahh blue-sky days, making up my mindsynapses shiver, axons quiver, dendrites deliver‘lectrik-neurons fire suddenly in time
aha! aha! oh gawd I see, I ran around ‘n crieda fool I’ve been, all along its there, […]
while my hand gently grazed over the papermy pen began to tremble
outside an empty car stole the silenceshooting lamps of red and whitethe horn bleating of theft when no one was here to hear it
in my unfolding book of poems […]
