Zen

I     am so     zen

My heart needs to beat     only every     now         and then

And my chest may be heavin,         doc

But you best believin

I ain’t heart         bro    -    ken



I am so zen

My heart needs to beat only every now and then

And my chest may be heavin, doc

But you best believin

I ain’t heart bro-ken


My aorta speaks in dyslexic syncopated beats

More variable than Savion’s feet

Or Thelonious’ fingertips on them ivory keys

Please.

You think you know jazz better than me?

When   I    breathe       trip   il  ets           in   my   sleep

like… m m m      ha ha ha       m m m       ha ha ha


My capillaries scream to flow extremely free

from my hair follicles to my feet

til my body’s packin heat

settin flames ablaze on these LA city streets

I’m irregular.
Like thriftstore jeans

Like bathroom visits after brown rice and beans

Like a scantron bubble halfway erased

My heart can be detected at any rate cuz


I’m so zen

My heart needs to beat only every now and then

And my chest may be heavin doc

But you best believin

I ain’t heart bro-ken


I don’t think you know what’s up doc.

See, my heart ain’t arrhythmic,

It’s learnin to beat box.

Yeah,  sometimes it might let the beat drop

And in the middle of the night it might just ….

But it keeps rocking

Keeps jazz scat be-boppin

Flippin hip-hop with no political flip-floppin

So put yo cotton away

Cuz I’m caught up in a way no chest test set-up could ever say

I    am the ultra sound your  ultrasound could never find

my heart divides time in its own time -

A rhythm divine

See it ain’t four-four or even three-two

I’m unique .

Secretly seeking a new pace through life

And I’ll keep creepin til I get this rate right cuz


I’m so zen

My heart needs to beat only every now and then

And my chest may be heavin doc

But you best believin

I ain’t heart bro-ken


Hook me up yo.

C’mon and test me out.

Let’s find out what it’s all about -

Let’s get to the heart of it.

C’mon doc and tell me the worst part of it.

I gotta whole lotta love so it’d be hard to harden it

And if my blood type’s too positive than you’ll have to pardon it

Cuz it’s my heart and I’m not parting with it

Cuz my heart is the shit


When was the last time you put on a stethoscope and heard music in it?


I’m so zen

My heart needs to beat only ever now and then

And my chest may be heavin doc

But you best believin

I ain’t heart bro-ken

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