all that jazz

jingoism, fanaticism, empire, & jazz …

… ol’ Satchmo’s gravel-voice reverberates,

‘its a wonderful world’

brother Louis, its been a while since you sang your last song,

and now this world needs some jazz,

past all the cellophane glitz,

and the deadened razzmatazz,

yes we need to jazz it up a bit,

melding notes with voices,

piano keys with a sax,

or that lonesome trumpet,

mixed-up and cantankerous at times,

always alive,
slaves no longer singing the tunes of anachronistic rhymes,

so c’mon,
play the blues,

transcending borders,
smashing narrow jingoism,
shredding religious sermons to tatters,

cos’ when the bombs have fallen,
when countless more are killed,
maimed,

left orphaned,
homeless,

when tanks squash children,
and people are collateral,

when everything around us shatters,

don’t turn away,
never avert ones gaze,

for through the foggy bottomed haze …

all that jazz matters.

Artwork by Debra Hurd

http://www.dailypainters.com/paintings/203493/Abstract-Jazz-art-painting-music-by-Debra-Hurd/Debra-Hurd

monday scribble

trembling,
yearning,

hungering,
pining, aching,
simmering in the cauldron of raw desire,

scorched,
ablaze in your eyes,
singed by your souls fire,

lost in heartbeats,
of moments meandering,

dreams of you flutter,

into my days,
enveloping my nights,

caressing sublime seconds,

as the memory of your face,

beckons …