Long Riffing Poems

Harriet Harris née Kuritsky...

Despite being a nineteen year old bride
she wed Boyce Brandon Harris
half a decade her senior,
(where I ranked less than a twinkle in their eyes)
during the month of June 1955, 
not quite half...

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Annotations of mis-co-ordinations of the latest military drone strike 
The fear when the children of Ukraine hear bomb raid sirens into the night 
What’s near when all that you can contain is silenced by your...

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Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation

Though anyone who saw
and/or watched local news would be more wise
the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation
came as a complete surprise,
cuz yours truly prefers
getting strangled courtesy neckties
versus...

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Celestial Zodiac Jazz 
 In the constellation of sound, Where Miles Davis breathes celestial blue/
 A Gemini's whim dances through the air/His notes like shooting stars
 Twisting notes like a lover’s embrace/ His horn whispers...

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Yes this is all true
Everything I wrote in this 
My eyes n mind as a witness
Becuz these are my feelings
Feelings that are real 
Not no confession to an oppression or depressive or alternate objective
This is...

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left you flat like a domino
Passe clings to crazy ways
Ramon is blitzed trying to bop
You two
What are you looking for
Eagley takes it easily
Stand just buy me
That's Bennie we call him the king
Davies bowing out he's...

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I remember fun like I've woken from a dream
Talking utter nonsense, riffing on a theme
Dancing with the dog and phoning up a friend
Not dragged down by disapproval about to descend
I know all the things are...

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Quiet!  Quiet! ... no distraction
or reaction
to the situation
of creation
unfolding syncopation
with a blues distillation.
No words to disturb
the ears of fears that leers
from behind walls in the night
creepy crawlies all in fright
from a blues light.

As the...

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forgotten sound
of a father's voice,

only a fond memory of English Leather,

faces of children
not one's remembered,

melancholia captioned,

while snared in long wars
bereft of true glory,

cordite charred, world weary,

heavy hearted,
heavy handed,
heavy lidded, 

minutes whip past
like a lash on...

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