Oh to just let go, to fling arms and legs akimbo, and limbo lower then life allows, and twist the truth into bent flesh, and bend flesh into truth.
To wail with joy and wallow with
to leap like hot butter
on a scalding grill,
but mellow yellow no time ticks, just hot licks, of guitar, and skin flashes in leotards and bling winging it, all eyes agape as you become a dervish, a tumbleweed smoking across the lit plastic floors.