jazz

aDarkerMind



bring me my jazz

Venice has her midnight

I as love

no stranger to the shore

with a bucket full of suicide

a carpet bag 

with a sweet smell of procure;

 

cured of prejudice 

that toddlin town

Chicago bound

a closer walk with thee

anyone else but me

after you've gone

tiger town will burn my staunch belief;

 

bad penny blues

tap-toe shoes

bouncing with a cargo of a landmine clarinet.

tin roof blues

with onions in my hair

cry me a river

cripple creek and back

a hacksaw through the trumpet to the king;

 

where lingers sea-salt

selling fish for remedies ballooned

watch Maple rag

and bone as ramblers do!

somewhere soon

sex behind the keyboard for the blue

me and you

pacifist and a boogie-woogie bitch of soft repose;

 

what shape is this

that dangles toes

and strangles hell.

Napoleon in rags

smoking shag through the stomach of a toad

shooting load for sentence of the street

where beckons love of crucifix

where carnivore and the whores on seventh street

drink my jazz

and boogie through the trumpet of a cork;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 4th, 2023 15:21
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
  • User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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Comments2

  • Teddy.15

    Jazz has so many faces as you have beautifully composed in this poetry, I personally love soft jazz. When I was a child I felt my life was surrounded by messy jazz which I can still hear today in dark moments. A fantastic creative piece here dearest Melvin, you have tormented and elated my very mind in less than 60 seconds.
    To say you inspire is an understatement ❤️

    • aDarkerMind

      Sunday mornings listening to jazz with my dad.
      Kenny Ball being his favourite, among many others.
      fond memories.

      thank you Teddy;

    • Thomas W Case

      Superb my friend. Reminds me of Cohen.

      • aDarkerMind

        writing Jazz while watching Cohen's live in London CD.
        well spotted Thomas.

        thank you.

        • Thomas W Case

          Very Cool.



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