Coltrane
My brain feels like
it has been brutally abused
by Coltrane!
Euphoria!
Praise the ancient gyrations!
Fueled by whiskey and smoke!
Obsession for supreme,
I attempt to call forth the
heavens, in all her complexity:
brash, brass, bohemian martyr,
I propel you in great leaps
of tri-pol-ets!
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