part the ways of the skys

Part the ways of the skys

for the new remorse to rain down peroxide and steel medicine

with catalytic eyes and lightning judgement, fierce as the cosmicity

and rest the nightwind, nightbirds and bluebird song

the jazzmen were sometimes fuckwigs and gateways



yet it was always the songwork of bluebirds singing nightly blue

the sweet soul rhapsode of gershwin or miles davis

miling his haunted licks with bleating ironic pose

blowing out the useless horns and hawktax on the moon

and replacing that shroud of oil, silhouette, and smog

with clear notes


perhaps it was billie holiday waxing her ass with a sunday dress

after getting lifted from dawn by an opium dream

a porcelain doll who couldn't find her melody



so stern up on 54th ave blowing

hitting be-bop strats like a fender bopped mad

INTO EXISTENCE

and then out again, billie cardigan or coltrane running

mighty notes and freeloadin' taxes

finding the perfect note and a catcall