Monday, October 31, 2016

A BEAT POET

A Beat poet
in a frenzy blinding
of a ragged edge
in 1950's jazz
at intervals of riffs
troubling our vision
as a city lights up
in language
at a San Francisco club
and drops slam words
in primordial space
from verses opening
in a kind of perpetual
motion,
here in the abyss
from time bombs
and a metamorphosis
flashing out
at an unexpected traveler
by storming out
at life's wrongs
at this podium
in a sentence at our humanity
from a one sided
condition with echoes
of a sentient transparency
alive with Picasso paintings
of impulsive colors
from a visionary
in a surrealism of songs.

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