Day 27: It's all gotta be non stop ad libbing within each chorus, or the gig is shot.

"...The words are only one word the perfect
word--
My body my alcohol my pain my death are only
the perfect word as I
Tell it to you, poor sweet categorizers
Listen
Every me I was & wrote
were only & all (gently)
That one perfect word"
-excerpt from the poem, "Jack Would Speak through the Imperfect Medium of Alice"by Alice Notley