I was the wild man
The Child like damn
running wild was part of my plan
I was the knowing blue chupacabra, with glowing goo mental lava,
with the pantheism flowing knob of listening to Italian Opera
Myself Raskino in a blank puzzled culture only hunted Barley, I hardly
could miss them playing during their jazz playing party. I never heard Jazz
before and was tardy.
I was in the jungle, I heard The band on the random stage rumble,
my feet and fingers and my thumbs cooled and became humble
Charlie Christian tried his hand at Windy
2:47pm
1-2-23
