Humanjazz this sound swingin’ jivin’ creation
It swings me it jives me crazy insane like asinine scripture
Like the pen moving and I didn’t even know my mind was working
Argot eventfuls because
This language spits nature
And nature doesn’t even fit into it; Sheen this gorgeous place!
With suffering vasculities not in my veins but
In the veins of dusty existence
When all the words are infinite
These speaktouchs rattle me shaking groundless orbit
Boldsome starring giant: shied since the meridian high
[intermission]
And taking my cigarette out on a Buddha statue
And then the smoke gets in my eyes and makes them
Shiver and in pain I release their seas and see such
Brilliance the stars of daytime
And when the ashes burn too long without
My deliverance they tree like woodland fire
And blow, not suck, ember invigorates
But I blew in your direction, sorry.
So sheen the gig for its loud
Its glowing things I wish grew words of
But this dimension is host with purlieu
I adore its limits for the plain
It causes deep stirrings
That I simply cannot express.
