My Song, by Elvis Aphrodite

if you want a song where it is like the star spangled banner and everyone has their mouths open and everyone is feeling fervent, that's not my song

am i more like elvis presley belting it out, only elvis is playing an accordion
that is like a red bowling ball, glittery and bright,

only elvis presley is the goddess aphrodite, and also ceres,
offering organic persimmons that are floating out of the red bowling ball colored accordion music

only elvis-aphrodite is also a cosmic nova, and also playing songs
to support uprising farmworkers, who are also protesting the destruction

of old growth forests, and also she-he-they, red and glowing --wait, also
orange like thin sunrise fiestas or how poppies can shout through their
purple fuzzy gullets, fiery pumpkin frothy pompous and swiveling in the wind,

already instantiating by their very presence, a quavering in the air
from shimmy shaking, a reverberating
a new/ancient sounding, something orchestral and galactic
change-making by its very sound, awakening, startling, sonorous
like whale song in the garden, inspiring halle-lus and clapping
coming from that crimson shiny bowling ball accordion

and maybe, maybe, yeah, everyone is also mouths open belting it out,
about spiral revolution, but also peacefully smiling, knowing
it is already made so by the very presence of our synaesthesia,
our knowing, our loving, our cavorting, our crimson shininess,
our fantastic capacity to dance
through portalways of time and place

yes that song that song that song