WE THE PEOPLE

All day ‘Stoners’

Hair-raising space invaders

Sayers of nothing

Every part of seers...

Spaced out in soul frequencies!

Kept by none

Belongs to the whole thing

Gone astray in rhythm and blues

Together all too near

Gift-wrapped in safe numbers

More than but above all

At ease on weak points

Pointless to be in Granny knots…

Keep in check all there is

Walk and work loosely

Poke your nose in

Inner push for

Outward good judgment!

Act out ‘typescripts’

Put up in farms of badness…

Hand over yet to come!

Shrewdly with pleasure

Across moments in time

Now and each time