Steel Skat

 

In one night of intellectual conversations and debauchery,
Through the elegance of the violin
The cry of honesty rapped out 

In words and rhymes 

Wanting to be heard 

Through the heigtened and enlightened cyphers. 

They sung and croned 

hummed and skat when nothing more could be said.

The buttoned shirts and petticoats straggled into the room of spiked heels and red lips. 

Then the steel skat
Padatdatdat padatdatdat 

“And we all fall down”

But we stayed down 

Steady and calm. 

I thought of San Bernardino 
I thought of Paris

I thought of my children 

I thought of Vonnegut. 

Meditation is a practice to be conscious,
But what good is it when it brings you to sleep through the madness 

With madmen carrying polymer in their palms. 

Skat’n 
Ratatatat

Wake the fuck up!

Pardon my French

But son won’t wake up with a please or a may. 

…and the violin kept singing its weeping song 
Beautiful and elegant 

Standing in the center of empty cans and lost garments  

And splatters of crimson stains 

Softly strumming a lullaby 

Leaving the mess behind them. 

Pentacles

  
The souls found hosts that evolved with the air, water, earth, and fire and they fueled it with an energy that made them move quickly,

So they forgot who they were the longer they spent time on earth, because all the material beings wanted to fly higher and higher into the sky. 

Though some felt it made them purr and vibrate when they rubbed her flesh to flesh,

To water,

To soil,

To air,

To cloth made of cotton,

Of velvet,

Of satin, cashmere, and silk. 

It felt good to forget because it made the flesh feel good,

But the soul cried each time they tasted the sweet and bitter spirits and layed down on fluffy white goose down beds

Because they didn’t want to let go,

Though they were meant to fly,

And lost their wings 

And called each other beautiful names that made the pain more satisfying,

Like michaelangelo, valentin and lucifer. 

And began to taste like the elixirs they drank 

Each night until those eyes fell heavy and dreams masked what they no longer remembered 

Because building blocks as high in the sky with feet atop shoulder as the Tower of Babel usually fell. 

And then they forget again.