Eggocentric
my shiny wrapper
hides a gossamer thin shell
of oval ego
the self-centred sick yolk
of albumenandwomen
who seek attention.
you're looking at me
on the shelf, thinking
oeuf, oeuf, oeuf
love, love, love.
and I'm thinking
me, me, me
it's all about me, not you
and I'm chocolate enough
to eat myself, if I have to.
Friday 14th April 2017 2:21 pm
Being Someone Else
I'm wearing
someone else's smile
teeth that don't fit
in this mouth
that can't speak.
I'm not OK. OK?
don't ask me anything else
because I'm not myself
I don't know why,
I couldn't say.
I'm striding
around town, out of step
in someone else's shoes,
laughing clown's feet
that don't fit my mood.
I'm driving
someone else's car
on the wro...
Saturday 8th April 2017 11:38 am
Jazz Notes, Harlem 1950's
smoky underground sounds
of free spirits of the street
fill the Harlem air.
it's improv, it's in the pocket
hands, fingers and mouths
breathing life, it's the
birth of the cool,
cool notes of jazz.
drum lays down the beat
that pumps the bass
that drives the rhythm
Miles and 'Trane free-blowing
blowing out blue note
messages to the street.
Monk in ful...
Thursday 6th April 2017 9:30 am
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