AS JAZZ IS
Love you like
Miles, Coltrane, Jarrett
Who needs a
Life and death are one to me
With you beside me
Our loved ones, ourselves
Till with a jolt we awake
In the eagle’s grasp
Going where morning mist goes
When the sun comes up
ONE VALIANT VICTIM
Are we not all the one
For whom the bell tolls
While currently being
If we care so to be also
The one with the balls?
LIKE A ROSE
At birth we arose
Grew, blossomed, weathered, withered
And in death arose
Too much pollution
In our air, in our water
In our politics
“There is the path of wisdom and the path of ignorance. They are far apart and lead to different ends … Abiding in the midst of ignorance, thinking themselves wise and learned, fools go aimlessly hither and thither like the blind led by the blind. What lies beyond life shines not to those who are childish, or careless, or deluded by wealth. ”
– Katha Upanishad,
All passages of thought
So if you ever get bored
Your mind …
If you stop
You don’t have to start again …
Acres of space
Bumper to bumper
Keep my ears open though
Death sneaks in on tiptoe
She returned from the doctor’s surgery.
There was a silence. Then another. Then.
“He says it’s terminal,” she said.
“Life is terminal,” he replied quietly.
You have your keyboard with you
plus I see you brought your keys along too.
As for me: I have as you see brought my horn along.
No bass required to intervene, as agreed. Too basing.
No superfluous traps either. A binding promise.
Let’s go play the blues then. Melt into one another’s I’s
Country sounds good (when using ears rather than eyes)
while delta seems inviting also. Finger style?
I’m more than willing if that’s your choice.
Twelve bar, sixteen bar, thirty-two bar if you like.
Muddy water. Let’s dive in and search for a pearl.
Fare thee well. Forever. See you on that other shore.