dropping september 25th, so i hear.

what if i tell you that
the guitar notes
painfully tickle me open
from the inside out
and her wailing
it burns like sex
those notes
clawing their way out of me
into the midst of us-
they filled the bus with fearless abandon then
when they were writing it

music hasn't
made me this high since
tapestry
i was born out of my generation
i know

last summer i took a trip. a long trip that braided me and my two souls from coast to coast, in and out of music and hotels and bus rides and ice cream. family from the outside in. and out again. somewhere along the west coast, they started... the rocking, the music, the "use your body for an instrument" games... somewhere in tennessee they started to make sense in any language.

all done
the master it's called
is done
it plays in my house now
and i can't listen to it enough
not enough not enough

but there is

here it comes,
like a fist of truth,
hidden in pillow of feather.
hands up now,
here it comes,

the awakening
the awakening
the awakening

hands up
oprah might be jesus
coming again
hands up
here she comes
my wife
and her new palette of beauty
smeared into
aural orgasms

turn that car speaker up
start it as you leave for work
listen to it
nonstop
nonstop
all the way

sandpaper waterfalls
with a little fucking rock and roll
folks

hands up

the awakening.