luthier/electra.

abracadabrist accompanied by luck
that spins away from the solitary
hand, unaddressed and unsent, and
no one understands you sometimes,
but i'm found in the fountain yes

the dry/wet fountain of youth and
everything in between: comb filt-
ered timestretch that speaks real
invisible razoring gasp which has
a name, in the projects which are

called "the ghetto.." emotionally
self-flagellating but somehow al-
so stoic, listening for something
that remains elusive and passive,
like a bunch of time had elapsed;

virtuosity is worth commenting on
i want to feel the change consume
me playing a show for your enter-
tainment and bringing bad reviews
accomplishes some kind of syntac-

tical error and i can't even see:
dervished the deaf-and-dumb dance
whom's not a tenured professor, a
spoonerist man, or has been educ-
ated at oxbridge-- would i be ly-

ing to you i told you i loved it?
no one could understand that, but
i can, and i'm working to move it
over the border line, long enough
to trip over this wires & energy.