wheN the wood-winds drip spit… and sweet tears bleed sweat / weT and dirty with grief
/ thE only relief comes when goD breathes in us so completely, so gently we can hardly feel
thE pain
replaceD
picturE it
pilloW soft, Sticky Snow / China White Stuff―so Dope / everywherE
during these evenings leading to christmaS evE
santA displays and nativity scenes
outsidE lights line the streets to hide
aN honest reality which lies loudly in this Dark knight
wherE johN’s coal train smoke and Reindeer Dust clouds his Dark
nighT sky piddles pitchy, three note motifs to color the snow yellow / deeP
drifts blend with mesmerizing blues riffs
aS tragic magic rains like cats and Dog Food
akin to the way king henry the 8th ruled a multitude to their graves,
stilL
He ain’t six-feet under / Yet / In a yonder wander outside wonder, full box that
Acknowledgement bebops a baile Resolution in Pursuance of Psalm, deific
Scats skag-scatter smack that Key of E / Free
from humans and halos / Free
from heroin’s era heralding new errors
Listen… Let’s / Tune
our eardrums / Cymbals
shimmer as a distant saxophone enters and fades / His withdrawal
Going, going, gong crashes like a pithy epiphany pierces the brain fog to illuminate
light bulbs in the holy spaces of his temple
He trembles / Yet, he is not troubled / A piano tremolos / The treble continues for John / It’s simple
He has to fall
Off
John falls from that white horse
He hard hits sharp gravel
Gratefully grovelling in clean dirt—pleading, praising
Pulling pure power from Earth Wind and Fire
Water forms
Spit drips, tickles a bit then runs down lips / Chapped
Cs accent E-flat Major, Fs and Bs / Flat tears wash away the past
Anguished dissonance
Gradually descending
Down
Chromatic steps up
Improvisation, ELATION-ELEGANCE-EXALTATION
His Saxophone
creating
Good grief
Suddenly,
He Pulls
Himself from himself and prays/A million vibrations in one thought:
A Love Supreme
~Penned by Poet
