Altered States
Met the squint-eyed oracle
Puttin' down the trowel
To the new Delphi
'Cause his tongue got stuck
On circumstance
Claimed was struck
Epileptic-ally divine
On a highway back in Illinois
And just grazed the viaduct
If only a priestess with shorthand
Would live in a camper in Mazatlan
He'd write the link 'tween Jefferson's dream
And Lincoln's
Quite willin' to play first chair messiah
To a new civilization
Provided we're all in the audience
Did a stand-up routine
Two epics long
Of daring do over Burma
Time done in institutions
Told of a dozen psychotics saved
By what's called his
"Radiated Presence"
Each broken reflection's of self
Wondered off wavin'
It's time for lunch
Copyright © Johnb Peterson | Year Posted 2012
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