Bob Kaufman – “O-Jazz-O”

September 6, 2008 at 6:12 pm (Poetry & Literature, The Beats)

Where the string
At
some point,
Was umbilical jazz,
Or perhaps,
In memory,
A long lost bloody cross,
Buried in some steel cavalry
In what time
For whom do we bleed,
Lost notes, from some jazzman’s
Broken needle
Musical tears from lost
Eyes
Broken drumsticks, why?
Pitter patter, boom dropping
Bombs in the middle
Of my emotions
My father’s sound
My mother’s sound,
Is love,
Is life.

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