My body
an instrument
out of tune--
sour green apple
notes sliced, brown.
Wound too tight like,
clenching coal
in my fists.
Worried about
doing, not being bebop unwinding red roads
           let the wings         stretch
                   every breath        honey cloud dusk musk...
        jazzzzz buzzzzzzing king bee
                            s
                         w
                            i
                         n
                      g
                       i
                     n
                        g
vines wild hair hippie tarzan vibe
sssssinging sssssnake ssssssongs
sssssssshattering sssssimulacrum  sssssociety
     with           a              firey
                     lunar  
                     mane
singing
       compassionate christ hymns
                               of the 3 beating hearts  
                           glowing stardust rhythm
pulsing anahata nova lava drip dropping
third-eye  s e e d s s e e i n g i & i
embracing the wholly holy flow
                 of
                it is
              we are.