Altered States

What’s This?!

A guy on an overburdened low-rider bike sauntered across in front of our lane’s turn crossing the road.

As I got closer, I saw the mounted keyboard on the side and a foldable sectioned pad on the back for the homeless-by-choice younger musician’s sleep comfort.

“Alright!,” I exclaimed out loud – but he couldn’t hear me.

“Movin’ Up!”

Alex (An Ideal)

Turning Tides

What would it be like for us
To know trust without doubt

Would our limbic systems reset
No longer in a panic syndrome?

Chemicals saturating cut like heroine
Filling veins brimming in peace again

Darling – no fear nor shame needed
Where we’re bound for as we aspire

But we must help each other unlearn
What suppression has deep-enmired