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Some jazz helps My eyes see Focus waver With such ease. Some coffee helps My mind continue Brooding Along wayward paths, Striding Across evenings, nights, And Mornings– Swinging past, While my torpid head Lusts over Something faceless, Something trapped within Some facade. Some leaves rustle Lifelessly, Heard along dark alleys, Hardened in the cold, Robbed of all tenderness, A trail of death syncopates A trilling percussion. A beat is born, From the dead leaves Beneath my feet. Some magical key Is held in the air, Serenading the glowing heads On scattered street-lamps, Illuminating the very things Nature tries to conceal. Suspended and suspending, No room for surprise. Some strange piano-man, Somewhere, Plays an eternal reprise. Latescence looms Egregiously In the air That I breathe.
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
Drowning in Blues
Some jazz helps My eyes see Focus waver With such ease. Some coffee helps My mind continue Brooding Along wayward paths, Striding Across evenings, nights, And Mornings– Swinging past, While my torpid head Lusts over Something faceless, Something trapped within Some facade. Some leaves rustle Lifelessly, Heard along dark alleys, Hardened in the cold, Robbed of all tenderness, A trail of death syncopates A trilling percussion. A beat is born, From the dead leaves Beneath my feet. Some magical key Is held in the air, Serenading the glowing heads On scattered street-lamps, Illuminating the very things Nature tries to conceal. Suspended and suspending, No room for surprise. Some strange piano-man, Somewhere, Plays an eternal reprise. Latescence looms Egregiously In the air That I breathe.
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
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