Lady in the Park

You thought all the sages were green

You believed that in the Land of Honey,

only the bee could be queen

What you needed was to stand on your head to understand what you've seen

Jeanne, Jeanne

Follow her down the bridle path. Even the gnats are serene.

You memorized each technique that emerged on the Scene

You writhed, you encountered, you parsed what your molecules mean

You paid all the prophets and swallowed each magical bean

and then you met Jeanne-Marie...Jeanne

Even her blackouts shimmer a golden sheen

I lay on the floor and breathed rivers into my spleen

until my soul opened up from my ribs.

Now I'm clean.

I threw away my old tambourine.

Because her way, it's simply so simple, it lies between

The lies and the truth, the pain, and what it might all mean:

Nothing. Everything. The breath. Yes the breath. The machine

of my body dissolves when at last I breathe, and I'm free

So is Jeanne-

Marie. She's pristine. She's aquamarine.

MDL