workin progress

There was a time when art meant freedom before it was all about markets and reasons it was a real tool before challenging the status quo became mainstream the question was does it have anything important to say or do? Free and fearless fuck the self-appointed jazz police. In with concussion poetry that knocks you off your feet where bulls play rough but must be ridden like cowboy Jackson did but even he had to be drunk knowing how many would be pissed when its too true too unfamiliar.
Supreme commander send courage to say what needs to be said even though the sword has become more mighty than the pen and we still love our heads atttached and know what needs to be said and who the new censors are. You can't have my mind said Martin Mahatma and they still know hot lead sharp metal harsh words can only stall truth.
Now we're so much bigger than today where here is everywhere within the little screens and goddammit I'm not here to entertain while looking for right meaning and liberation from all that shackles.