I move at rapid
Balletic pace, pounding key,
Feet pushing pedals.

I move at rapid
Balletic pace, pounding key,
Feet pushing pedals.
Music doomed me to
Dissatisfaction with the
Created world,
Which could not compete
With the universal chord.
Now I throttle words
And images, to
Wring from them lucidity,
Communion now lost.
Jumpsuit won’t cover
You from the pain I owe you
Back. Your dopest days
Are behind you. You
Ought to line up some heathen
Friends to back you up.