is where the miracles occur/when musicians meld
attune in harmonies and swing in strange quixotic riffs
that exist only on the edge of jazz. Wordsters drive language
to our local dump and recycle,rocking B boys with an A license
Then she arises like a flower in a moon garden-shares one dream
about how she will live(as an affirmation
Night breaks all glass pre/tensions-listening ears spark flints
from the back of the room-a fire of at/tension
She has broken the cool! No more diffident nominalism
She is our Wikileaks,Medicine Sans Frontiers heroin/e
We become idea addicted.Then he slides in with a coup de gras
smiling songs that sparkle like the sea for tonight's last fool moon.
They stay.He holds them like lassos.Wild horses feed from him
They become wild,too.Expression now matters more than matter.
Energy wins!We have convinced ourselves that continuance and creativity
is not only viable,legal-but also pleasurable!
More wish to rise like opium poppies-
but Cinderella closing time ..Even our barista brings out his guitar
Why are we so afraid of speech?(All these years of tearful silences
Obedience fails to impress.We stay to listen to each other
File out when a guitar unfolds the origami evening
another human miracle/another revelation-
how we can hear each other(if only we stop to listen.
@THE HIDEOUT MONDAY EVENINGS 6-10pm 617 Congress
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