education
the continuous
art of the start readin
writin rythm tickin curiosity
and all that jazz you read about
on the paper napkin the poet spoke
and fed her brain

#220. insomnia

April 2, 2010

straight drummer
beats
glass skins
breaks
into jazz
everything
will be the same
as it has been
tomorrow
except
almost
nothing

#51. Looking Inside

October 15, 2009

Looked inside your screen
door
and
there you were
graceful cool as jazz.

Looked inside your smile
awhile
and
found an ease
meant for me.

Looked inside your eyes
calm
gold to me
tho green to thee
and restless sea.

Looked inside your intelligence
your brilliance
and found aesthetics
honed to shape
a blade edged like mine.

Looked inside your laughter
and bright shouts
flighted fancy
as if they were
pots to be thrown.

Looked inside your heart
tho just a glimpse
still
you seem so familiar
future memory like home.

#26. Summer Day

September 22, 2009

Summer Day

and enjoyment spreads clear
as the day is bright and blue.

summer day
and sidewalk waves rise shivering
as chairs hold oblivious drinkers.

summer day
and green park cools kids dogs
as restless homeless rest wary.

summer day
and car metal hot smells burns rubber
as they pass the jazz band tightly playing.

summer day
and the garden fountain to be sings sprays Erato
as you brush against me languid perfect.

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