John Coltrane

These cold-trains

of thoughts

causes conniption fits

across my cerebral cortex.

I wish to lie down

in the vortex

of warm actions.

Contractions from unspoken

verbal interactions

derived from venus's

flytrap.

Can you feel the rhythm

of the night,

the nights twilight

has burned a hole

into the soles of my feet.

I keep tapping,

enjoying the flow

of fluidity from the Sex.

I mean Sax,

for it reaches to such a heights and stays there .

NYC Experience

Conceptual rhythms oppose each other

through this atmospheric communication

in which

all walks are conditioned.

But there's friction in these steps,

steps that are paced a little

too close together.

A war of intelligence,

at odds,

but it's important to continue

to go through the motions.

Over-whelming is this

city within a city.

No concrete should

elude to the idea that it is

possible to confine these differences.

I've seen so much now

embracing everything and nothing

at all.

I keep my eyes on the prize.

But fires surrounded by

tenderness continues to rise.

And this great stature

I have risen to,

has started to decline

with every glance.

So, yes

this perimeter is trying to capture

My vision.

These four angles of indecision

allow

Every angle in this box

to in finality

double my sentence

to 90 years

of a narrow point of view.