Oxnard and Boston

Oxnard and Boston,
the form and the void,
endless movement along the wheel
As the pages of time flip across the great plains
The airplanes,
The impossible MIT mind train,
All aboard for Oxnard and the Western end.

It is futile to deny the connection
Oxnard and Boston
are ripe for the plucking and the smacking lips
Our strawberry field professors of Emerson, Brandeis,
Lake & Palmer.
Fenway is a freeway in Oxnard
The farm workers sow the ground balls
and pitch quarters by the waspy crates.

The mist conceals the minds
Traveling through their brows diamonds to the pyramids,
Oxnard and Boston,
The mountains, the mainframes, ocean and the bay
gulls cawing out the confusion of unity
students sprawled out by the open books
like Nietzsche's excrement
falling into the West
oblivious to the Avatar's incarnation.

It is this voidness
that one sees the connection
the Indian trails beneath the interstates
Oxnard and Boston
taunt power lines between,
there must be a connection!