Under the copper steps
t came on like an arcane tornado
Filling me with wealth and despair
Bringing me closer to this place
Where typewriters and jazz music penetrated the air
Gleaming through the water-draped landscape
Brushing through records and notes
Trying to decipher through the words
One jewel, one glimmering stone
Like one i keep buried down beneath
Where moth and rust cannot seek
It chose me out of my needing self
Unable to chime something true to mine own ears
Like the elephant who cannot but lift his tusks
And yet, he rings with the force of the flower
Breeding the cosmos where no star dares
Enraptured in the violence of all nature
Which I can never possess
But hopelessly sputter at panhandling for my own validation
And sometimes I see the sky hissing at me
Unwilling to heed it’s feline voluptuousness
I am finished
And wallow back to my malicious, evil white walls which haunt me
And I coddle myself
Wrangling to my blanket that has forsaken me
