Laid out everywhere

banana leaves tie jazz

down to their tracks

Coltrane

More often than not

thoughtless outlouds

are the ones to shape our life

as wishes that come true

Practice

practice inner wisdom, brah

Tell him to let go

of all doubt

Tell him for me

for he's too far

Shake the cold out

from the fibers of the blanket

Heat it with yourself

Slowly crumble letters

onto it, and mossy moods

Make it heavy so you can

hibernate into contentment

until the next explosion of desire

In the pitchness

of the black

there's always Venus

shining