Life Like Jazz

Todd Eddy

 

somedays

I would take pills

and rumble like

great thunder

in the sky

 

on others

I would smoke weed

and streak

across the horizon

like

an electrified spiderweb

 

some nights

lonesome foolish bumlike

i’d sit and pass myself

a cheap bottle

of port

and crooked lines

of poetry

 

‘til the cops would nudge me

with a nightstick

HARD

“move on buddy,

this ain’t no YMCA”

and i’d roll up

on my floating mind

and stumble

into the dawn

crowing

before the rooster

 

-cock-a-doodle-i’m-a-fool-

 

other nights i’d

goof on juice

and dig

the brotherly wailing

of sax-y jazz

blowing me to heaven


and there would be

no reason to leave

but to sleep

and sleep could wait

at least until

the bottle drained

the last drop

of nectar

down the throat

 

then

I could follow

that sweet blow

to the cradle

of death of day

and sleep fatigued

‘til brother stirred

my blood to life

again

 

in these

new days

no weed

need be smoked

to see

the holy spirit

no wine

need be chugged

to follow

that dream

 

some days

my soul absorbs

life like jazz

 

-be-bop-biddily-biddily-tiddily-wop-

and bops to some

crazy horn blowing

wildly

 

strange how

I never knew me

when I would be

tooting my frutti

but now

I know me

under starry spotted

sky, wind blowing

soothing

like a cool sax

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