No Font Size Bold Underline Cut Briefcase Links dots or numbers what is is...No pasties here: Not in Jazz Poetry... Half smoked cig in Heart Break Lounge not because Life's that damn hard... Bogie Hat half pulled down over Brando eyes...Velvet gloved voice of Elvis on Juke Box waiting for the Band .... Rain Slick streets busted of Dreams... Romantic Interludes...Teenage immortality reigns down on illusions like buckets of angel spears... Old Woman playing checkers snickers and sneers... If you got it flaunt it... a Tasty Barbeque long digested and gone... Neck of young lover soft as heavenly hash melts in your mouth burns in your brain... but who's that old anyway... walking in the rain foolish now refreshing then... Camel snaggled tooth truth or dare who cares... budding breasts slip out of white blouse buttons... nothing can compare... Einstein's theory... to heady for some... Never say cum... in the public square... By the way is this ain't WAS Jazz poetry... ain't no music gonna cover this with frosting. All I can say I is be was...
Anyway... poetry jazz jazz poetry go to your instrument and let the melody flow make up some chords squeeze your heart till you tear in that moment if the universe aligns for you true Jazz Poetry will appear. ((( to the amusement of your muse.))) ((( to the amusement of your muse.))) ((( to the amusement of your muse.)))
before fear sneaks in...
before fear creeps in...
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This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
