BETTER ANGEL
Going down the road
feeling dreary.
17 years after
we’re still missing Jerry.
Has it been that long?
Time is pretty hairy.
but not if there is an endless solo
we listen to remember, feeling Jerry.
So if you’re blue about Eternity
uncertain of a Promised Land,
with the endless solo
we’ll meet in Winterland.
At the melodic center
where soul and music go
at the eternal new year
Jerry opened the show.
Where he’s playing
“ah death where is thy sting.”
He’s just gone to meet his finger,
to help him do his thing.
NAKED IN WINTERLAND
Immaculate souls spun,
arms raised,
Sufi rhythms driven, dizzy fluttering
in beautiful clouds.
Birds in spirit
flying away from their minds.
Abandoning need
the true religious reflex.
Things flowed
stuff stretched
hums were heard.
All the secret gardens were opened
sun suffused, so all could see
with new eyes
Subversive in mutinous optimism.
But nothing lasts, nothing lasts,
including nothing.
Going around to come around
Immaculate memories spun.
