Monday, April 14, 2008

Jazz

You are called fiction.
Fiction. Noun. Story
Bullshit crap boohooey
banana oil
Whopper smoke.
Jazz.

You are the bum-bum notes,
syncopation
Ba-burn-burn-burn-burn
Jazz jazz burn,
jazz as in swing beat

jazz as in move me, blue me
pick-up, pick me up, pick me
up now
Chromaticized split
Realized wit
Hold my hand and
Recapitulate it

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