Thought I Heard Buddy Bolden Say (or: the truth about “funky butt”)

New Poem on 🅱logger;) 8/26/19


When Poetry Met Music

Latest Poem on 🅱logger;) 8/16/19

Imagination under Improvisation Vol1

Songs for My Father

the session began

strictly instrumental

or so i thought

till the tandem

of Jefferson

& Taylor arrived

followed by a menagerie

of midnight marauders

masquerading as righteous reeds

around a crescent moon

that boogaloos like a burning boomerang

of amani na mapenzi

sending smoke signals

from the soul station

in panacean patterns of aural alchemy
falling like summer soft

contusions of one shine
playing ping pong

off of my brain.


Ode to the Original Jazz Poet