get on down

down here
where the mere whisper of inspiration
silhouettes itself against a flicker
that cant be extinguished
and cuts stencils of its own shadows
spray paint sprinkled against bricks
still dripping

is where

the house band demands spare inklings
in exchange for masked epiphanies
forced into danceable signatures of space
and shields us from the direct rays of light
by refracting the soul shattering pillar of syllable
into manageable morsels

down here the kitchens never open
but the hungers always met

thick as thieves
theres no strangers or friends
as such
simply communion
and the irrefutable execution
of,... i cant remember the word for it
but it gets passed around
often enough to catch a contact
high
down
here
beyond the bellows of the tangible
is where the mind wanders when restless
and where the weary wanderer refreshes

down here
where the mortar massages metaphor
there is a secret society in plain sight
that adheres to a strict discipline
of ecstatic actuality
and seriously absurd
sobriety