this brain is your brain, too

I prefer the smell of incense
to the smell of pain and despair
and self-loathing
give me clothing
I'm not pretty yet
dress me up in your mind
dress me down in front of the
whole class because that's the way I
LIKE IT

Venus, and her husband Ray Smith,
and Facha the dog
thinking and dreaming like people don't
step in the leadership, it
pales before us like a
million suns, my friend is on
the run from all the rest of us
high times and rippled waters
can't tell you whose dreams may come
salutations regularly lie
and you can't heed the call
you can't hear