tuba-listically speaking, we’ve filled the streets
with majick music & perfect performers
We’ve re-imagined our purpose to vibrate
in this dimension, on frequencies and heartbeat…
voodoo alleys and violent rallies
my ancestral soul lives
in the cemeteries with the friendly fairies
can I take a ride on the
haunted trolley
to st. Patrick through st. Louis
to the church of bengali
at night the spirits rise
in a confusing falling in
every solitary motion
unearths a new one
their missions unclear
and the music absorbs them
until the sun comes up