Sun Ra

"Man's true birthday is the day of his death."
                           —Sun Ra

this messenger in quicksilver cape
sneaks past speakerbanks the band in mid-tune
his carefully coiffed chinbeard dyed
 
the color of Walt Disney's socks
he slips behind keyboard & with fisted brow
lays down galactic sound semaphores
 
having briefly dismounted his personal comet
5000 solar revolutions in the making
to fuse hot brass blasts scintillating synthesizer
 
lines & Afro telegraph messages proving
the corniest Tin Pan ditty
an unswung symphony disguised

Copyright Credit: Jim Cory, "Sun-Ra" from the redheads.  Copyright © 1997 by Jim Cory.  Reprinted by permission of Literary Estate of Jim Cory.
Source: the redheads (INSIGHT TO RIOT Press, 1997)