17412, RE: Writing Exercise---Indulge Yourself Posted by InGeniousPoet, Thu Sep-01-05 04:16 PM
Music was hot like sugarblades, liquor flowing at just the right speed.
Midnight landscapes receed into oblivion each like thoughts fading into one another.
Poems begin taggin themselves on rasberry velvet walls invisible hands clapping to rocksteady rhythms.
Honor tapdances with my pleasure to be here with you like pen and ink theres no better windsong than us.
I hear the whistle, Coltrane in F sharp, Signalling we have reached another destination, or origination
Depending on the passenger.
(Choooooo Chooooo)
Keep it jum jummin! ________________________________________ "With peace and love in my lungs, I hold my breath until the Poet returns."
--Boxcarboys
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