Music stays in the air. / It travels at the speed of breath / at the sound of light. / It is never not heard. / It can wait centuries if it has to.

Politics is a word spelled N-O-W.

Pain can be washed out with a song. / Pain can become jazz digested and transformed.

Writers are spies. Outsiders. Believers in the turning pages.

Music stays in the air. / It travels at the speed of breath / at the sound of light. / It is never not heard. / It can wait centuries if it has to.

Yes I graduated from high school. Welfare. Temporary work, please. What is my problem? I want to eat.

I don't see what people get from hating other people unless it's a special thing I just ain't hip to.