Take It FurtherJohn Richey, Poet, Machine Gun compatriot

for Thomas Chapin

How Freely We Expressed Our Music
Always Understanding
Moving In The Direction of
NOW
Trusting
The Words The Music
Laying Down
Your Sax, Flute & Percussion
Impishly Smiling Above My Shoulder
You Approach My Table—
A Jig-Saw Puzzle of Words
Phrases And Sentences
A Collage In The Making;
A Call A Response
Volleys Overlapping
No Time To Think
Starting Our Rythmn Of
BEING
Our Angels And Demons
Dancing In The NOTHINGNESS
Of The Here And Now
And
As You Walk Away
Your Music Surrounds
Me