With orange knickers in amber waves
A coyote shadow chases you in rainbows
From green to indigo to black
From green to indigo and back
Into therapy crawl the aggrieved
Still there’s an ache behind the curtain-
The planted seed bloomed as a monster
Arising like a jack-in-the-box
Perspective surprises
When the empty takes form
Half of spirit in altered states
Meditative bliss takes two
With amber knickers in orange waves
From station to station
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 4:01 PM UTC
With orange knickers in amber waves
A coyote shadow chases you in rainbows
From green to indigo to black
From green to indigo and back
Into therapy crawl the aggrieved
Still there’s an ache behind the curtain-
The planted seed bloomed as a monster
Arising like a jack-in-the-box
Perspective surprises
When the empty takes form
Half of spirit in altered states
Meditative bliss takes two
With amber knickers in orange waves
From station to station
