Toe-tap Slap Jazz in H Minor

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MexicoCityBlues
Junior Member

since 2004-01-04

Posts 48
The Point of Know Return

0 posted 2004-05-19 01:14 AM

And we sat down and had dreams
of wind in timeless hair and red lights
and red rights of skinny pavement
narrowing in the cold distance of summer
built drooling over Cali skies and blistering feet
in cars spinning wildly under jazz periodicals
of whirling vinyl records like rock hard solar systems
in the cool night of stars and nights
with rock hard soundtrack and squeaky tunes
of paper fingers dropping thoughts

And we sat down and had dreams
of clear cut forests in valleys in nowhere
where we wanted to see life in its entirety
in its reality in its harmony in its life
under broad sunsets in Horizonline Lane
drinking tea with Lady Jane
on tree stumps old and broken
stabbed and beaten trails of bare foot journeys
emerging from womb gardens in Indian loin cloths
without time or direction in open-mindedness
that leads to nothing but trees and trees and trees
and treeeeeeeeeees she screamed and we knew
of life with these

And we sat down and had dreams
of poetry and music and poetry
with spitting ink and spitting treasure
we unearthed with our feet as we walked
on the small town streets we painted black
with conversation and plans
and we knew we could fascinate ourselves
if you concentrated on images and words
and outrageous one man solos with gaudy undertones
underneath undertones under my bed
and we knew of sight you hadn’t seen
she said we’ll just have to see
and we won’t let the mind stop us be

And we sat down and had dreams
of exploding worlds and broken girls
who lived on the edge of love and pearls
that saw me through fire-lit eyes
and streaming lights of sunder and ten billion blunder
and I cried and she complained and we died
together and held each other to breaking point
with minds on the blade that one used to kill
the pain she lived and lied at treachery’s feet
and peril was obviously not down enough
to kill a mind that loved words and love
and knew of waterfall cities and the hungry skies
and the death of us all

And we sat down and had dreams
of rock band mentality in the orange light of spreading
meditation fad and we saw blank surrealism
in our pictures we had constructed with thick bricks
and Hawaiian steel drums chunky bass riffs
when played right spell 1am misery and 2am genius
that we talked about between seven periods of cramming [edited by moderator]
into our brains like intellectual whores in subtle lighting
that sway from topic to topic when we burn our words
and melt ourselves

And we sat down and had dreams
of romanticism under sweltering moonlit galaxies
we made together out of alien spells and witchdoctor fever
and clever usage of hate hung up in relationship hangovers
in rare friendship equities and progressive sampling
at jam band night clubs we could never enter for age-limiting
bar tussles and live shows that tore holes in pedal-steel guitars
On the Road to Mexico City Blues with B.B.King and Lucille
with heartland pieces of Chicago never been? you will
find keepsake tranquilities in the shade of John Hancock
in the center of Hi-Fi and Second-Hand and Reckless
with newsstands and hot dog fatteries with your Knickerbockers
on the corner of long dead mosquitoes on the bathroom floor

And we sat down and had dreams
of friendship in a box of sound with rain on our heads
with rain in our hands with rain in our timeless hair
narrowing in the cool distance of springtime fantasies
with a matter of days between us and freedom
and the death of us all

"The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye. The story of love is Hello and Goodbye. Until we meet again..." -Jimi Hendrix

[This message has been edited by Enchantress (05-19-2004 02:40 PM).]

Defective
Member

since 2003-09-19

Posts 73
Salisbury NC

1 posted 2004-05-19 02:14 AM

Amazing... can't find the words for this...

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

2 posted 2004-05-19 02:39 AM

Agree -- this is an amazing poem and don't know how it was overlooked. H minor -- good touch!

MexicoCityBlues
Junior Member

since 2004-01-04

Posts 48
The Point of Know Return

3 posted 2004-05-20 01:33 AM

Thanks guys... I am kinda proud of this one... I'm glad you liked it.

"The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye. The story of love is Hello and Goodbye. Until we meet again..." -Jimi Hendrix

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