Like Psyche, She says,
Get-with-it—
I give you
the new connection,
I give you, like,
permission
to be any of many-
in-
one—
I say be poly,
be many,
embody
multidimensionality
out of
the burstin’ out
of invisibility—
Like, who walks into
your little ego
body?
Is it
sub-personality?
Higher Self I AM?
Astral entity?
Disembodied
unfinished
soul?
ET wants ta
suck up
your energy
or reveal to you
a new destiny
more than
you alone
could imagine—
Can you, like, handle it?
Can you, like,
do it?
Learn discernment,
learn, like, who wants ta speak?
Who wants ta dress,
like how—?
Like now, you can do it—
Be poly,
be many,
be full of surprises,
be spontaneity
of intelligence,
but be smart
about it,
and be
without confusion—
Ring a bell
& get clear,
if you need to.
Don’t fret,
don’t get upset,
Psyche
comes to you
& shows you
how to,
speaks the word
when it’s right—
Trust
& be—
Like, no more confusion
No more frustration
No more alienation
No more dis-
orien-
tation—
Like, step into the street,
a liberated animal,
throw open your cage—
Can you say it?
World, I don’t take your conditionin’,
I’m a new gem out of the dirt
you threw at me—
See, my facets, my beat,
I’m connectin’ to
the Big Wheel
spinnin’ like I’m goin’
in sync,
round & round,
hittin’ the bell
each time—
Be Sun, be Moon,
be the planet or star you choose—
Be masc, be femme,
be polymorphous
in any verse,
be, like, androgynous
incarnate,
be trans-
gendered—
Be high-tech cyborg,
if that’s your thing,
be poet shaman
of Vision
& read others
the future,
be prophet misunderstood,
heart full of
new truth,
you speak it—
Be the mover,
legend maker,
be dancer of the sky,
be your lover
in reverse,
be lover to another
who is other,
who knows
this place,
who knows
how you talk,
who knows, like,
the hidden code words
you know…
but nothin’s secret
if you
open
the window—
Be poly,
be many,
be any of many-
in-
one—
The grand
dis-
pen-
sation,
the comin’ at’cha shot
of injectable Time
gives it to ya—
I give you
the new connection,
I give you, like,
permission,
says Psyche—
Be the bird sunrise
you Song-throated you—
Be the lipstick sunset
celebrated
of a thousand pictures...
December 1999