Though, why this tune, the heart, this ventricle <br />quintet obeys would rather drink the sky’s <br />fruited sap and milky ways sleep out in dicey <br />abandonment allelic waste in atomic peace where <br />elegant melodious art of jazz life plays on wakes <br />occasioned for the Princes, Aziers, and Queens <br />in ships out on the bottom, the clouds, on the deep <br />think before the drink in muddy waters of floods <br />and splatter from the feet find moral in the hollow <br />of a log soul at rest round midnight blowing soul rousing <br />the piano morning street would to certain extents have <br />known harvest heartache songs, foolish bop, emancipated <br />knees bear up to play on strong, will to bare and carry this <br />foreman’s day after days of tyranny, back bent emancipated <br />child of silage mill preserve the nation’s plea for star cascade <br />of soul and seed great with coddle child and quadroon strain <br />sing notes on horns that acts agree the deep rhythms and <br />lonely blue intimate true colorless nature, intermingle <br />quintets of nature’s recipe, would write the verb to light <br />upon every man every act as now the seventh sense is <br />pesher to the noun, would this conscience traditional voltage <br />mull duration over this tipsy view moral feel and reveal as <br />gypsy women do, cabernet sauvignons and militancy spirit’s <br />invitation as hard as rsvp, abandon needs and rare wines and <br />nations to be won declare them in this testimony affirm to be <br />free to sing of as anthems fail to make the case to see <br />the spirit beneath the color of the face truly stated words <br />separate truth, and I of the deep so spread winged against the <br />sense of the wing’s stiff disincline would rather drink the sky.<br /><br />Lee B. Mack<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-would-rather-drink-the-sky-improvisation-07-10-04/
