by Terry Roberts

Come, Come with me
Come with me to the Cliché free zone
cuz all that cliches do is create clay feet that freeze one

Let the I-C-E! Melt U -- woe man!
let it drip, from the heat
from the heat, let it drip
let it take all you got caught up in that
freezer box of da mined -- of a mind that is damned --
of a dying mind let it melt!

Leave the cliché zone,
Leave the she say zone,
Leaf through the androgynous zone,
Branch out past the drone-on-zone,
Root out othe rot of the another groggy U think
you're a genius zone
Come beyond -- the erogenous -- the error of genius,
the guise of Eros, just flow, let the drips be da beat,
as the ice meilts from the ovrhangs of the eaves of
your mind, flow --
Just leave the glue of what U say U knew zone,
let it all unravel,
let it reel,
let it all be the red bell, that all arms you when you
back cross
to the clay say zone!