Stereopsis
I pulled a, ‘Jack Kerouac’, and took a trip out west;
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
Where we all canonize the Dharma Bums, an’ build a pyre for the rest.
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
“It’s not a drug-based trance, that’s got me on lockdown.
This is just a mind we should all grow.”
Put these words, into a glass of wine, and let them float around.
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
I’m pulling teeth, while I plug into a set of minds.
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
The alcohol’s hit, but the sense— is gone.
They call my state a dream.
Abducted by Cannabis and bad-intentions,
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
Probed by nicotine-induced infatuation.
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
Now comes, my turn, my place— in a nutshell.
It’s been noted as a, lie.
Bebop through the mountain of racism,
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
Tension grows more and more, taut as time continues.
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
I say again, your rationality has lost its, center
When you’re finished with yourself, review the scroll.
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
The typewriter you’re using is much like time;
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
It refuses your requested editorials.
The Growing of your seed you’ve planted,
Means your Dreams are all which you’ve received.
So Lie in order to make you feel that you’ve become—
Centered in a position of reality,
And edit anything that rebukes your plan of perfection.
Empty it out, I say, empty it out.
The melting pot is Full—
Nathaniel Titorenko-G III