AN IDEA OF IMPROVISATION
AS A FREE JAZZ PRISM SENTENCE
(for Ashly Barry)
Do I mischarge your wine red pentecost
to an atheist believing in faith
but still shoplift almost all the orange kink
off your lips because it rubs in the ways
“librarian” is the sexiest word
yellow birds translate from dove language
or net Coleman’s green calligraphy to
“Choke me & call me Blue Moon” in Old Norse
with runes neither of us might decipher
or speculate from indigo bruise shapes
yet read “Negative Capability”
to riff on the lavender grammar of
Apophenia’s domestic violets, well
—if you can’t be free, be a luxury.
