Tampering with my Pineal Gland
I Clasp at your avenue of dissent
In the quarters of your dire extremities
And vaporise in your air of convenience
The music cluster of enraged notes
In wish wash environment
Grappling with eclectic tones
Of minor vibrancy
Paradiddles Of taut temperament
Yes, the spelling seems wrong
But the letters seem right
In the fever of my genetic brain makeup
In cavernous regions
Of flitting eye movements
I envisage a trembling drop of a dripped morning
And it’s tampering
With my pineal gland
