The Vibe Behind my Eyes

Embrace the fuzz.
Let the static wash over you
as a baptism of your blasphemy.
The electrons jolting,
the eons flying
by your mind’s eye.
Let the buzzing fill your ears
as bees swarm to the queen,
in reverie and peace.
Nothing can touch you
and you are the glittering gold
the world needs,
your blasphemous baptism
exactly what the norm-crimped
world craves.
Embrace the beat
and the heat
and the desire to raise
your arms and voice
against the hum of complacency.
And dance in the healing waters
of Jose Cuervo and the deity
you hate to love
and love to worship.
Embrace the velvet remembrance
and frost on your too-quick glass.


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