Wednesday, 26 September 2018

Snails

 
Jazzing.


Kind of dazzled,
Kind of blues man, no muse man,
No clues,
No reason, no time left, no sleep,
Kind of dumb.

The repetition, who loves you ?
The interpreter,
The starlit mental beach,
Heated dreams, beach fire.

Haunted, taunted,
Why do we confess ?
Don't want your forgiveness,
Kind of puzzle,
Enigma varies for your ears,
Teaching by rote,
Passive loving,
Insanely angry.

Kind of sunburned,
Kind of rock and roll at night man,

Jazz me baby,
Kind of passively needing your touch,
Holding my foetal stance,
Keeping close for comfort.