We all got 4th period off
so all the sheep have gathered
to become flies
crowded together in the acoustic hallway
and they all buzz
into my brain
they’ll untop the lid of my head
and infiltrate me with
their buzzing.
But I lie
with my eyes
facing up to the sky
begging the heavens to take me away
and though the ceilinged indoors
block my sight
Jimi Hendrix will ascend me
and protect me
as he swats the flies away
with the freedom
that calls
from his instrument
That I can never quite tell what it is

an electric guitar?
A magic wand?
A flyswatter?