The gravity of violence
fell upon the parking lot
in front of the Bank of America.
Drunk on vodka, off the rails,
fighting like a well-seasoned cat.
Used to this kind of thing.
A Navajo woman getting angry
in the CME, in the earthquakes
by the sea.
So much for running away
to Obstruction Island.
Not with the melting souls
dizzed in the animal magnetic.
Birds spinning in swarms
around the Caribbean cruise.
Magma churning underground.
Set on spin by the breath of the sun.
CME me, please! Mutate my mind!
Bend the vibrations higher & higher!
Oh psychedelic breeze! Please can you just
hone me & tune me & groom me
into a better human being?
