Faites de l'exercice...
...last summer's love left me in the cellophane of rainbow wrappers...the simplified coy ways of nature where only sunlight scores the valleys of a heavy mist...
...she talked liked jazz during its stone age days, but couldn't shake with the rumble of the bass, as she only heard the singer because she did not get the rhythm...
...she dug the "fine art scene," contemporary wines...walks in the park, and used the term "hosh-posh" liberally enough that you suddenly believed that she was one of you...and you held hands until your wrists hurt...
...yet...she could not comprehend the salt in the veins it took to produce "pure art" from blood-stained lips drinking from the tip of a cheap bottle of port wine...
...the saxophones have gone to waste, only to vibrate the waist of naked bodies touching the corner-stones of souls rubbing against another charm of pseudo dreams worth echoing...
...she got the writing on the walls, but never took time to know the writer....
...i explored the best jazz with her...
AND...although she never got the rhythm...
...i supplied the bass.
...last summer's love left me in the cellophane of rainbow wrappers...the simplified coy ways of nature where only sunlight scores the valleys of a heavy mist...
...she talked liked jazz during its stone age days, but couldn't shake with the rumble of the bass, as she only heard the singer because she did not get the rhythm...
...she dug the "fine art scene," contemporary wines...walks in the park, and used the term "hosh-posh" liberally enough that you suddenly believed that she was one of you...and you held hands until your wrists hurt...
...yet...she could not comprehend the salt in the veins it took to produce "pure art" from blood-stained lips drinking from the tip of a cheap bottle of port wine...
...the saxophones have gone to waste, only to vibrate the waist of naked bodies touching the corner-stones of souls rubbing against another charm of pseudo dreams worth echoing...
...she got the writing on the walls, but never took time to know the writer....
...i explored the best jazz with her...
AND...although she never got the rhythm...
...i supplied the bass.