Tonight
We were saved by a serendipitous exit.
Must be the holy ghost
or Albert Ayler,
why else would I suddenly need incense?
I had to Anne Frank it
I had to send silent signals
But I didn’t hold back any sneaky laughter
(my finicky hands can keep a secret)
and the Idol Man can be quizzed until the moon collapses
until Alabama dims into a red midnight.

I guess that’s part of the game,
Gotta train eyes in my hair like eagle follicle spies
and let my hide thicken as I wander the outskirts.

From now on, I keep my whims in my Talisbag
Praise Allah.