LSD Waterfall

(the world around you, never catches up with you)

breath support, fakin,

risin,

tides shiftin round,

unfoldin, evolvin moment

by moment

Mr. Blue Bus

imagined some tune

while picking up his horn,

lighter notes hardly mattered

blasted echoes do reappear

John Handy fades away into the nighttime Saturday melodies of anythings possible, high or low

and then theres Eric's alto,

his hometown point of reference,

wanted highs so blessed the flute

found its holy breath streak,

okay now lower then

picks up the bass clarinet to explore the bottom,

the support,

the mellow gruff of truly being down,

all the while in motion…

please clarify just what music does that is unique?

possibly to point out, Leo says,

or rather to emphasize by counterpoint

perpetually movin

deakin the other guys

explorin possible openings,

keys for free,

bop rhythms rushin to the top

for trimmins

no givin a shit

as long as its there!

trailins so easy

with Handy on flute

on Eros,

sweet day blooms

give take soon,

that electricitys still a friend

inside one huge solar boom

years later

almost don’t know like flailin,

here, have a happiness reefer,

have have can have

all by turnin on another light,

all by goin wherever it will

to its own the constant humm of

ahh glad to meet ya

im alive too,

us all here on this road

where all trails

lead everywhere,

where decisions just fade

back to wherever they came from,

where songs get uttered once in a while

as secrets are told

like gettin smacked with ocean's wet breeze,

remember?

oit dont matter how it falls…

so once in a while a path gets disclosed

clear off a shade reflect,

so see whats goin onnn, bud,

haz ta,

ta keep in

touch

and thaz the way light melts into the night,

constant flight,

here in the air

where on earth,

this iz ittttt

nows the time

inside Erics liltin voice

liftin as some too soon Sunday morn sunrise…

and in what keys do this free fall take ye too

as this light reflects almost welcomingly into yr dark room you know?

then returns to confess more…

a clear vision past

sailin into the stretch of fire

sizzlin its wooden victims

into almost complete horizontal pool

no matter what awareness

this, and that

skatin across this glass syncopated pond

simple

to slide

on by

1972, STL