rahsaan

fill it
make a hole bigger
sign it, make a hole sound
bigger

growl in a way that makes men
check the zipper,
their honeys are loose now
just look at them go

joy and prance, all met and spent
the lady in us all gets up
does a twirl with something’s
meant minding and
the floor drops away
the rhythm kicks in, the bass the intent
and the no more way to get home
no matter the guitar not strummed
whacked at

sax is lit is junction between heaven and coal with sugar to remind us or just me or just you that time is hot not cool as the expression glows behind things that could pick up need to feel god and her son demideities hidden in folds about ruffles and buddha and his chum joking smoking back with mohammad poking blue sky vishnu west near flats staring down trees that bear fruit for karma bent jerks rolling up sleeves ready to rob the store of all goods pertaining to jerkhoodmanship on the day this song was blown down the tubes,
up the neck
across the reeds
through the soundboard
into the floor
out unto the sky
hitting me on the way past
big fat whoa and thank you, rahsaan
and hitting me