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Best Famous Bob Kaufman Poems

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Written by Bob Kaufman | Create an image from this poem

On

 On yardbird corners of embryonic hopes, drowned in a heroin tear.
On yardbird corners of parkerflights to sound filled pockets in space.
On neuro-corners of striped brains & desperate electro-surgeons.
On alcohol corners of pointless discussion & historical hangovers.
On television corners of cornflakes & rockwells impotent America.
On university corners of tailored intellect & greek letter openers.
On military corners of megathon deaths & universal anesthesia.
On religious corners of theological limericks and On radio corners of century-long records & static events.
On advertising corners of filter-tipped ice-cream & instant instants On teen-age corners of comic book seduction and corrupted guitars, On political corners of wamted candidates & ritual lies.
On motion picture corners of lassie & other symbols.
On intellectual corners of conversational therapy & analyzed fear.
On newspaper corners of sexy headlines & scholarly comics.
On love divided corners of die now pay later mortuaries.
On philosophical corners of semantic desperadoes & idea-mongers.
On middle class corners of private school puberty & anatomical revolts On ultra-real corners of love on abandoned roller-coasters On lonely poet corners of low lying leaves & moist prophet eyes.
Written by Bob Kaufman | Create an image from this poem

Round About Midnight

 Jazz radio on a midnight kick,
Round about Midnight.
Sitting on the bed, With a jazz type chick Round about Midnight, Piano laughter, in my ears, Round about Midnight.
Stirring up laughter, dying tears, Round about Midnight.
Soft blue voices, muted grins, Excited voices, Father's sins, Round about Midnight.
Come on baby, take off your clothes, Round about Midnight.
Written by Bob Kaufman | Create an image from this poem

Jazz Chick

 Music from her breast, vibrating
Soundseared into burnished velvet.
Silent hips deceiving fools.
Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster pools of Jazz Where music cools hot souls.
Eyes more articulately silent Than Medusa's thousand tongues.
A bridge of eyes, consenting smiles reveal her presence singing Of cool remembrance, happy balls Wrapped in swinging Jazz Her music.
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Jazz.
Written by Bob Kaufman | Create an image from this poem

O-Jazz-O

 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.