Megan Good Hari Stylist

day Sunday Mr.
eleven o'clock on radio



bell rings
I welcome you and your smile shines like the sun
noon

alchemical ritual preparations for the decisions

shared and discussed with the first cigarette of the afternoon
from the outside world

mental construction extrasensory cocoon



agent swallowing material processing
fusion energy flowing veins
and walk the turns


palpitations and anxiety feeling of emptiness with joy unspeakable

of uncontrollable laughter of nostalgia inseparable


Monk
with Miles and Coltrane So What
humming
reveling Cannonball
and Ella and Louis

eventually diluted

the conversation flowing and with each flash of truth shone

and could not be anything but laugh


the world crumbled around the

dilapidated apartment blocks are melted in a fluid purple outer cardboard
the
paraded like a silent movie
the soundtrack the
us and we would not leave us until sunset