Agape.

Agape.
Agapanthus. Purple and blue.
That’s me
Just me, without a thought of you
To chase me away from me in some
White rabbit frantic
Searching for a missing planet
Pictured on a recent milky way carton
That at one time wrestled so viciously with the earth’s blanket

Saul says “what have you bought into? And how much will it cost to buy you out?
Buying freedom like rhythm. We’re in them.
We’re in every American dream!
When all of America is dreaming or blaspheming
In some angel’s deal to keep the unreal, real
And make the cool, real cool
When old skool was new skool and that was reality
An anti-jazz conspiracy?
Nah, I don’t buy it.
But how much will you give me to keep quiet?
Because You can’t cash in
Through my loud cries of passion
In this age of cable and Socrates
Coolin’ and high like dope fiends on philosophies
Tell me to leave
But I won’t
I won’t because I’m fascinated by the buttons on his coat
And I won’t because that feather peeking through the side of his hat won’t fly away
So when I’m peaking, why should I go away?
Agape.
I stay.

Whoring and gorging like vultures
Over an old rotting culture
Yet to be realized and theorized
Not to mention, baptized
By cute young front men and back men with body guard guitars in small corner bars
An all night speak easy. Easy speak oven baking
Open spoken rhymes
And dough that will rise
Ghetto slum drum beats and funky basslines
Smokin’ spoken vocals with A tight family of locals.
Give us this day our daily bread
Tip money and to wake up in our own beds
Two working hands and bellies well-fed
A roof over our heads. Comfort when all is said
Rock star parking instead
And one night of unforgettable sex!
…and agape.
A self love. A god love. With no sun, there is no gravity.
So I grip on tightly to my dignity. My liberty.
My sweet inner Dali…
…that would make anyone else nervous
When they don’t understand it’s purpose
So before we make this purchase, we must be cautious
Of the cold wars
That tend to occur
In the liver. I’m so sorry you had to leave her
In my eyes. So far behind
But would you mind?
Would you mind if I just touch my…?
Would you mind if I just touch myself?
Would you mind if I just put my hand right on my….


…MY OH MY….

My mind.

A foolish mind is only handled by a fool. So silly fool, keep those hands to your self.
Perhaps in the position of how they would be used to pray.
A prayer for your day
And my day
And agape.

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