turn your head once more
into the day
a new way
they'll all call it a revolution and we'll call it a picnic for the mind
don't forget the banket with stripes
for margining those thoughts
with thick blue cloth perfect for snipping, molding around the folds of our eyes
and hiding from the sound of outside pollution
cushion the mind gears and hear them whir and blink your eyes three times in secret ecstasy
forget that nothing is real and beg the grass blades to stay beneath your toes while you dance in
mindsleep, seeping body through thought pores and the physical through static heat
and wait, wait, wait.
don't you spend the rest of your life waiting, just enough, jusy until the time is right to come out of hiding and swap the stripes for red
they say that red means danger but I think it means let go
life without a slip on the road is scarcely living, wouldn't you say?
whisper while you nod. we don't like to scream unless it creates one massive voice in a crowd,
begging without whining because passion is all we need.
crack the windows with the roar!
and hush, wait for the glass to fall and dirty mouths to start running
scoop the dirt up in your warm and calloused hands and rub it across your cheeks like they do during war
and fall backwards into young arms under the sun, with only the graffitied ground paint to catch us all.
let's set fire to the wind and fly.