The bones inside my hand are turning loose
like horses in their pens unblocked released
rushing mad rampant tidal wave to truth
and laughing like a secret mumbling thief
I grab for the phone to dial a call
a curtain lifting off the veil shroud
to see myself as I can know it all
beyond what's traditionally allowed
I will learn the jazz, the jones, the hot meat
and sweat inside a tiny club with lights
the neon plate of silence that I eat
the just dessert between the horse and hype