from other heartbeats i have gleaned the misshapen rhythm of my rhythm, i can feel it at times immeasurable, everything and a little more. not just to do but to feel, to know that snake walk, to feel that wave in your veins, it moves in stereo. i feel in sudden unison and across some…

jazz in the day’s wake, it is the songs that i will forget that are understood the most. in the quantum etching a part of me expires at a constant rate and the west goes burning on and the cars and trucks pass me by like pulses on the wire, electrons skipping town and we…