The condensation of obscure music dripped from the slatted Cabana's fence;
I couldn't see the singer from the sidewalk, but I was drifting into his throat.
The street lights made the full moon laugh and I, in gleeful cadence,
threw a chesty bit of contrast at those slow caressing soul-notes.

Saxophone jazz and a stray leather jacket
while the world twirled sexy flutters
for the mites that mow on forgotten caskets
of hidden cues in mindless utters

The blatant chaos of perfect lines laid naked by the dewy grass,
And all of it compressed into woodwind notes and smokey air.
The innocence of consciousness was disappearing hard and fast
Even the comfortable breeze just wants to ruffle with my hair.

Oh, What peaceful interlude to this freakshow of a midnight stroll
The spinning planet rattles like the echo of a drum roll

But now it can be I who smiles
Alone and dancing to the walking bass line
of the UFO music
Chemical soundwaves bursting my brain cells
Alone and dancing to the familiar laugh
of my own red lungs
And now it can be I who lives
Alone and dancing with my rabbit eyes
full of Mother, Maiden, Crone
I am dancing all alone
to a song that only I can hear