Bang the Gong

Maybe even angels
shoot cocaine from time to time...

but only on the weekends.

maybe there is a kind of mass brainwashing
that only the poor
n' the insane
are free from.

we do not fit our roles,
we are trash,
we are useless.

we are waking up in a lucid dream,
n' flicking on the light switches.

and for those of you of religious persuasion:
Jesus didn't wear shoes, y'all.

He didn't pray to God
for a
profitable business
and children that would escape
the harshness
of the world.

I'm talking about emotional anarchy, ya'll.

Let's walk into the future
without looking back,
then scream out the pain
'til our vocal chords snap...

'cause if there's one thing I've learned,
its that you can't escape the nightmare
'til you open your eyes.

Lets fly from this dimension to the next,
to a place beyond time and context

To a place
without room for
anything less
than direct experience
of the senses.

speak your truth y'all -
nothin but the facts.

Then watch them
cover their ears
n' refuse to make eye contact.

Tell them how
poetry
can pioneer new patterns of thought,
like teaching cars how to fly
outta traffic in gridlock.

See,
I gotta a new domain of thought
behind these eyelids,
n' If there is such a thing
as the "sea of the collective unconscious",
I'll meet you out by the reefs,
and we can scuba dive on it
and then we will finally know what things
fish dream of.

And then if it rings true
I'll bang the gong for you,
and we'll use ring tones together
to transcend the madness.