Brain boxes

Brain boxes

If you don’t think,
We’ll be rioting in the street,
Not writhing in the heat;
Just think to the kick of a different drink,
Dance to a drum with an orphan beat,
Draw your own line in the dirt
Then cross it –
Backwards, blindfolded,
Sleeping but seeing,
Laughing, high as a kite if you like,
Knowing,
You’re going
To drink the wine of it,
And grow your mind
On freedom’s vine,
This time.