Goya wakens my mind’s jukebox
Now that I am with you again
As your bare feet prod now
The rockin’ Coachella stage
Impenetrable with potent energy
Paranormally stored within
An electricity of violent sounds
(Some musical, some gratingly not:)
All blending into the promise
Of your private performance
For me — sly nocturnal interloper
Into a witch’s forbidden realm
Disembodied reason short-circuits
Severed minds in a crucible
Of your latent godchild’s making
As hope sounds a hollow call
To an army of dead ears lurking
Around the harp of human gut-strings
Your fingers pluck slowly
In a rhythm for preternatural being:
I hear an exotic clarion buzz
Whispering its echo before I pass out
Into the fetal embrace your tattooed arms
Bring to my forgotten body’s dirge.
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