I can hear the heat in the vegas traffic / I can smell the pool water /
sitting here on the lumps of my mattress / I even can taste the lively
daylight, a confection of life's commotions, sweet gobbstoppers, and sour gummies /
I can feel the tug of the outside / sirens beckoning from earth and sky / inside
I can hear the trees pantomiming existence : the scent of church : gardenias : what sights
waking wide --eyes that love to awe in worship / Life /

and I am sitting Indian style, in my bedroom / coffin  /
peering through a digital window, at the world I want to feel /  
Natgeo in high def...

I am the blue pill consuming a matrix steak of ignorance called bliss /
and the emotion that is strongest, is a bad word known as /
Need... /

please free the caged bird /
see what new songs / what more can be heard / ... / please?!
Pretty Please?

/

Coocoo bird at noon o'clock
knows why it sings
after every tock and hour knocking
so why not
pretty please ?  / feel free
to notice

if briefly --    how we breathe...
even captive, the caged lung sings
I want such wings
that the air in my breast
is song of nightingales!

be the art form heaven
graciously experiments...

Freedom !  cry the river Nile
Freedom without denial
Freedom!
*(screamed the coffin's dead, ghost the lifeless poet's
restlessness)