"Neo-Folk" - 2/17/25

Feline serpentine Calamine heart 'o mine
Worlds flow together and make me feel
Sometimes it makes sense sometimes it's incense
Earfuls of good-smelling nonsense the why

Isn't always apparent linear or extant
Egregiously some don't adhere expectation's a killer
Judgment's duplicitously correct but cold-souled
Oh my mother, oh my father, oh my sister

Jean Batiste sing-songing repetition's comfort-bliss
What happens when thousands of all-too-suspecting
Spirits converge all eyeing spaces at tables so small
Butterflies born in such moments of awe the talent, the drive

The falls from grace I've witnessed reluctantly
The rises to superstardom studied surreptitiously
You heard it there first G-d's best goddesses bursting

With faith and regret ambitious unsettled
Maddening frustration Zen masturbation
Story-tellers praised storied traditionals heavenly hymns
Innovative youth's polymath abundance exploding collapsing

With my whole heart, I hear
With my whole heart, I hear
With my whole heart, amazed