jesse

Flaming hair,
flaming voice
singing belting raging the blues,
singing setting things right for the people,
belting it, the spirit, out beyond her voice,
flaming her voice hoarse beyond linear limits.

Listen very closely, carefully,
focus on her breasts
as she leads you by the arm
through an ever changing nonlinear maze
of stories, connections, names, human passions.
You'll need this focus point to surrender.

She, Jesse, can and will lead you
skipping and dancing
into the heart of all things,
of all matters.

She has lived and danced
upon this liquid lusty path,
has lived deep hard soft in the
not-so-clear/clean/pure waters
of humanity
long before,
and will long after,
us.

So surrender to the mad woman,
to the senile bag lady,
to the peter pan child...
fall into her time warp hole...
fall into Jesse,
and you'll be falling
into wisdom deep and warm!

© Frank Moore 6/23/1997

BACK TO TABLE OF CONTENTS