Could have blown the mind on metaphysics,
Could have had traumatic experience,

What could have blown this mind's fuse
Supposedly God is in there, and where?

A head that has flown the coup,
Taken an alternative reality pill,
A Blue Zoey.

Fly away
Fly away
Little birdie,
Don't come back
Until the weather
Is good.

But the storm in your head
Will not cease.

You even told yourself that
You went to the nuthouse.
You went to the nuthouse
To eat the psychiatrist.

And when you went to the
Far East
You didn't eat the monastery.

So whatever trip your on
Stay gone
And do not come back.

Laughing to yourself
Your own remarks.
Your wisdom is senile
And you have forgotten

Your way,
This life
This world.

Your train
Of thought
Is derailed.
And maybe,

Just maybe,
You have entered
Some new mode
Of conscious travel.

But your body
Remains
Trapped here.

05/31/1998

Posted on 01/10/2010
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