Questions of the sort which demand a datum as their answer imbibe of the boredom and triviality current in our age. The mystic, the mandolin and the marauder mend the sweltering sick stink of their noisome institutions, which demand only allegiance of spirit. “And so the monarchs play their violins, with urgency, celerity and clamor.”

Pedestrians of language demonstrate sharp contrast with the peripatetics, the pedants, unprompted by the platitudes which shockingly persuade. Gestures, postures and positions unfold into agreement and concordance of the facts with the great words of a generation. One’s hand is held by the climate of the most mundane intellect, even as those who could not liberate themselves to our stature, as those who cannot be, as those slumber in the havens of their world’s mind.

“And why should I run? –
To where would I run?”
Bellowed the Freckled Nose
To the Prickling Rose

Time not for threnodies or enemies, but animosity
for smaller and smaller minds who see never the
pleasure in whiskey; ’til dawn we are pawns rushing
the invariably rigid streets — we never cease gushing

Contemptible hushing and scare tactic blushing
invoke an Ode to Charlie Parker, who eternally resides
in the unfolded, unrealized distributions of our minds;
pining, we crumble into the sonic shores of Mr. Parker

Dejected and fell in a splendid world, but tethered to
the roaming rife rumbling, salient and squalid, keeping
each of us as towers tilting toward Tennessee, turned
by a torrid, trembling and tempting tinkering together

Tickle child, uncle
unto a child availed

It can answer one’s prayer, or succumb to a dare
Or exist without a thought or a care,
Or act in a fit, like an intractable git
Or compose a world from a[n empty] barbecue pit

Unlike a squared-circle or Q and ~Q

It’s the Conceivable Thinkable Intangible Dreamable
Knowable Unseeable God

And It answers to a host of names,
how appellable, expressible, note-able, tell-able,
shareable, and often nominal

Which goes for Its alter ids,
Who have done the same things it did
Ethereal, purposeful, radiant and right
Pure and good for those saintlike

Hell — they’re all loveable,
Laudable, almost improbable,
Supposedly possible,
(Un-)doubtedly plausible
Nearly intelligible,
Eternally pleasurable,
Never-quite-billable,
Always forgivable,
Infallible,
Enrageable,
Invariably unpageable
Conceivable, believable gods

Stars followed us along our terrible journey,
Only to collapse underway breaths untoward

Each day was cold and sweet outside:
Tires, a shirt, the Sun, rocky runes,
A howl, our sweat, that some forgotten June