Firespeak sing n swing.
This is a mode, a chariot and vehicle of expression.
Bardic in its yawping
and hot rod in its bebop turbine.
Whitman revved it.
Coltrane. Kerouac. Ginserg. Bird.
Riot, blues and jazz
rolled into self-sung nuptials.
When I was younger, I listed this
as one way of expressing,
one way of channeling.
A slant of expressive self to slip into,
like religion or a space suit,
and give expression its liberated due
with specific flair and signature.
I had four main forms, still do:
Firespeak sing n swing. Blue and Gray. Home. Savage Jest.
These four formed auspices, or ribs for an umbrellaic spread.
Firespeak sing n swing
is equal parts troubadour and Hierophant,
reciting with zeal and fury
much bigger than everyday rounds of expression,
character, being.
It’s one way of saying—
Come firewalk with me.
