Ode to Patti Smith

When I heard the line    
Jesus died for somebody s  sins but not mine    
I knew Id be chanting G l o r i a forever    
   
Just how she would ignite the stage with her mere presence    
in an microscopic microphone Patti sings to me    
orphic oracular oracle    
we salute you!    
   
my best friend and I wear white muslin dresses    
hazed hindsight wailing from each scene    
Dancing barefoot,

synthetic sawdust falls as we know    
her soul sings    
sinks into    
our soles    
   
horses    
horses    
horses    
   
I get payed to speak so I speak    
says Patti at a live show    
where crowds yell    
   
Speak Patti speak    
Break it up!    
let us find coral sea weeds    
   
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