i hate livejournals - March 28th, 2009

i danced on the rooftop with my silhouette
in the late eve of early spring
as the collected poems of allen ginsberg watch me from within.
smokey stars past through the periphery of my vision
as i repainted my own silhouette accross my face
in an effort to reclaim the shadows i had carelessly cast.
i am left with audible recollections of three generations of jazz
i had shared earlier with odd affiliations, three of no relation.
a 70 year old bass line walked me home
alone to return to my room which lacks a bed
and my instrument which lacks a string.
so tonight i sing a song for me
lucid delusions provoke revolution and i'm sans a solution
(in the key of e)
i'll acquit at all costs and revoke my belief.
in the shards of glass i will find relief.
until the green automobile comes for me.
until then i remain beautifully free.