Six Pack Sunrises

Paint the morning in the shades of six packs in hallucinogens
until the day grows a multitude of invisible unearthly monsters
who will mangle the mind and ruin the quiet mask of peace
suddenly destroy all that yawns or thrives on air.

Then pause and recall Alice communed with a fading Cheshire cat
as a quintessential kiss of opening the mind to what can be
and then dance upon the herds of beast who disappear in the light
while celebrating how the world’s limitations are truly in the head.