Monthly Archives: April 2014

short note on king of jazz vol 1

quiet fire
fire waltz
spirits up above :

bed of sounds

for a good 27 mins & 37 secs out of a 45 minutes train ride;

restless two straight nites before, an old familiar feeling started creeping in
when i got off the train
and finally walked down the escalator — shit, i’m back in real time.

i turned on my shuffle and the velvet underground’s
oh sweet nuthin came along.

fuck.
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before COB

there is a God
five minutes before
6 pm

and there is a heaven
that awaits after

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nine – to – five

there are those
who get paid and
enjoy doing what
they have to do.

there are those
who put a mask on
to enjoy doing what
they have to do.

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the poet

travel is a luxury he cannot afford

and the heartaches have all become too easy to understand
and accept.

boredom lost its appeal

and he feels too old to suffer some;

so he sits down
and ponder

with the same bag of emotions

and clouds of ideas

and nothingness;

the muse, for whatever it is now for him,
is all bled out and dry like some barren desert.

the somehow comfortable chair in his office
recalls the dusty and stained bed
he had in his younger turbulent years;

the plush and intricate architecture of his
work station echoes the hollowness
of his empty and usually blackened room

but that is all about it.

sometimes, he gets lucky though, all too glad to have
a train of thought run around his head; writing the poem,
it will sound eternally the same
like his previous ones.

amused, he finds himself laughing and paused ——

thinking that for 23 years,

he’d been trying hard

to write a poem.

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the call for submission

left wing
writing
was not
the poet’s
cup of tea.

he wasn’t
even into it

but he had
to write one,

he can’t help it.Image

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the movie

was about
a couple
on the cusp
of infidelity;

the man
having sex
with an
office Imagemate,

the woman
sleeping
with an
old flame.

you know,
when they say
art begets
reality,

well, this flick
was intense
and awkward
watching

with the wife.

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heaven, almost

fog – enveloped skyscraper
in a young morning.
sun shines in silhouette;

a pearly gates opening
to some deranged mind.

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