Jazz

Far flung flights of fancy on wings and things in songs with gongs of lavendar lollypop licks and purple popsicle sticks - the merrits of men with minds like mice crude cadences secluded smoke and organs of ice - the feminine fallaciousness with curves and nerves stares and glares mountains of madness and sensuous blurbs - caution signs yellowed with the times riven with redolent reds and garrulous greens and all those fractured frictions of the mind - the vanquished have vanished leaving leperous lizards with chicken gizzards at the waning wake of a once sensuous snake - a fusion of lost loves and dreams of the dead simple psychodelic sensations meant to humble the heart and hypnotize the dead - in the last long song the room goes gray in gravity you see me I see thee, and through it all, like jazz, we still combine perfectly -