Mindfield

[R.C. KITCHENS]

Mindfield

Beats came in, told it true,
pealing away Victorian glue.
Rain-soaked buds they slowly grew,
till I watched them die
Picasso blue.

I away with boot and lace,
to till the ground of Freud and Jung.
Up from the soil an old sex frame,
ugly with beauty,
muddy with shame.
ugly with beauty, muddy with shame. I feel like a more concrete image could come here. I also agree with milo,The rhyme and meter broke off a bit.
Seeds scatter broadly
among the weeded fields.
They dampen in deep fissures,
Without samadhic yield.

Mater est Pater pack them best.
Their voices swell the almond mesh.
Synaptic dancers pound the ground,
Can the bodhi within ever mute the sound?

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I'm ready for some shredding, but I am stuck on the idea of juxtaposing psychoanalysis with digging in a field. I'm just tired of playing with it so I threw it on here for help.

I liked most of it, I agree what Billy and Milo pointing out that certain words could be removed and it will still read well.