last night we sang
jazz
blues
be-bop improv
cool grooving moves with
swaying hips and
snapping fingers
unfortunately
we jumped to the Apollo beat
confined in a Catholic church
dead center under the
gaze of a
skeletal
crucified Christ.
I opened my door to
glorious song
averted my eyes from
manifested tortured death
gave over my
whole self to
music
that suffused the air with
infinite patterns
of
life