Yes, your wildness, I will go with you, 










wild imagination, runs away with me, 
into post, modern blues folk genre–
biting escapism, sprinkled with 
firebrand for thought. Spirit 
conjured is just trying to make 
uncommon sense. Imagination is 
best when allowed to be just  
indifferent to opinion. Creating 
a sacred space to hear what shows up. 

Yes, your wildness I will go 
with you. Turning heads that swivel 
to passing trains of thought that 
have no tracks. And feelings, 
leaving vapor trails that dissolve 
happily, in the blues sky. Songs 
taste like honey and go deeper 
than the troubles that we keep. 
Like keeping an eye on some 
wandering child repeating what 
has heard over and over again, 
trying to memorize what has no 
consequence.
My wild imagination runs away 
with me past the familiar stops 
into the experimental forest 
where undergrowth begins new 
life creating transforming sounds 
out of nothing. With a face-like 
leather songs that take it to heart,
it won’t fit anywhere else.

Yes, your wildness, I will go with you. 
Past the frozen ambitions, 
jumping over the fence of 
purgatory into heaven's field. 
Yes, your wildness I will go with you. 
Take me where I’ve never been before. 
Let me sing, but I’ve never sung before.