The Voices Captivate Me

The voices captivate me
Elevate me
Even try to concentrate me
But they can't endure
This mind is pure
Eternal door of the nothing more

My third eye is on fire
Opening higher and higher
Til even my mind
Is the liar
And now I don't know
Who to believe 
I smile though while I know 
I am being deceived 

They try to talk to me
Preach to me
Thinking they make sense to me
But their mind is on the Green
A viral sickness 
Caught in-between
The here and the there
Don't they know the Here is There?
It doesn't matter where

They run from life
They run from death
What else is left?
Some in-between?
A placenta sunbeam
Orange sherbert ice cream
For the healthy daydream?
A prism of nothing's and somethings
That don't mean a thing
'Cept the words that define them
Contain them
Like an ass caught in denim
Blue Genes to split your seams
It's all a three-ring 
Circus full of shiny things
To make the eyes squeam
Feign
Sell their souls for the American Dream
Dripping like ice scream
From the high beam
Of the American side-street

The Freak show 
comes and goes
They can't say No
They get disgusted but they still go
'Cause their afraid to see
What their own lives mean
Chasing the Green
They do a double take
When they see me
They're afraid to Be
What they want to be
And won't admit
They don't like what they see
When they open the Screen
To the in-between.

Charleen Johnston
11 -13-1999