hot sauce | no colonel sanders, fast food pharaoh

photograph by james joern. It was vaguely my intention, late into last week, to bring Alice Coltrane onto the bleachers. To dispel all notion of Yoko to her John. I don’t know. Dizzy psychotropic laments. Meandering astral flights in the footsteps of pharaohs, priests. Instead, I tumbled through Friday afternoon into the weekend proper swaddled