smear me with blue notes
send me dizzy
make me bold and subtle
let this pen sing tonight,
sing for those who need it
sing for those who want it
sing for those who’ve already got it
cause there’s never gonna be enough
take me in style
let me lean on the smoke
wrap up in the fog
let the only offering in your hand
be that of an open palm
starts above me flow like water
the air speaks
brimming with the ecstasy of living
my head is filled with the sound
the sound that is Indian silk
a New York street,
language
replete with intricacies not yet beheld
so, enter happy chaos
soul satisfying,
yes it is
turn the pages with awakened fingers,
eyes aglow like the warm embers of a new born fire
no reflection
it’s all inside,
happily trapped,
yet waiting to fly,
so fly…
fly within me and never stop
