this jazz is wrecking
sincerely
your mind
knows
what you have been hiding
from
my intellect
why the surges
in caution
betrays
weakness of purpose
select
on impulse
that rat
on a string
and give to the street fires
of South American capitals
and eat of the nectars
native fruit
tongued
consume
your innocence
shit experience
and try to fly
like a bird
flapping your arms
as if they were wings
hoot
hoot like a beast experiencing
humanness
a long, large squishy pastry
made of lard
and granulated sugar
when the musicians
scream
in joyful pain
their exultations glorious
of webbed spirit
came down on
blocked shoulder
of the Priest,
bassist and
fashionable
yelled for more
yelled for more
the pleasure
door
opens
and your friends have arrived
