Jux the Bunny Drops a Beat

my first poem to be read at slam, wearing a bunny hat.

It was a tap-dance on the stage of synchronicity,
In my hand, the well-worn questions to Divinity;
The words had been self-evident and apparent,
Transported to the moment by the inherent
Crossing of chemical-thresholds in the
Hundred-thousands,
Surmounting in thunderstorms of syllables,
And the enunciation of yet another truth;

Where youth was just the testing ground
To see if you found wisdom,
And a scheme, that seemed worthy of the
Effort to keep in motion.
Like my mind, on the back of a vinyl
Card the suit of pentacles,
I'm caught chasing the shuffle of
All the miracles,
Keeping these lungs pumpin' songs,
And the sound, as always, true.

Author's Note

for the spoken word experience, this poem can be viewed read by myself in ensemble on Youtube @

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SViu0ReArkA&feature=youtu.be