La Chasse In A Surfer's Dream: (Improvisation 12 20 2004, [11]) Poem by Lee B. Mack

Coltrane reincarnate in sound chasses in surfer’s dreams
transfigures to an emperor butterfly leaving the body,
ancestral ebullient blood running, an afterward-ness sound
blowing through seashells lifts being onto wings that move
on the mood, on the hard blue rinks that gulf to make shores
play to pantomime the beach sands that roll the lonely hours
of the blues to the hard rock of the poor cafe
on the open oceans of waste, the heart springs electric vine,
gut, silk, pitch, soul, and spirit wine heavier sound mind and
the voice of the Hieroglyph, Ariel and Roman font, mores of
uncles and aunts pipe spirit terraced to sky horizons drifting
away into filthy carbon clouds of musical gray, spiritual grasp
disentangles on its own, prophecies wonder as in the sightings
yet unknown;
rhythms to mean the feel of need in the music sonar resound
the catch of seafood, rise above peer mix in the philters
into love and in the cheironomy1 led song in pharaoh style sung
bound for jubilees on the Nile plainsong of fun in the seasons
set out to contest in snow and hail to behold the bout
wages of trade love and change, apologies of lovers, the beer
of hosts;
the pub owner’s till; pocket change lint and key, rings left
with lenten on the casual bar quieting in me my fill of the
lover’s chasse in a surfer’s dream pirouettes at ease to bow
to neighbor’s veiled hidden faces spirits in unison swim
the sky seas riffing plain-jazz rhyme with the hook at the
bridge from the climb from the low land to the rise to the
shoulder from the shore of words lifting to the blues collectively.