Requiem
 
The requiem
brings my heart to ruin
every amen
draws me closer to death
 
I am not certain
of a god
but I adhere to
greatness ... madness
belief
 
and the genius
of a single note
 
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Cool like the Night
 
I slide into the Jazz gig
mad keen on getting zoomed
The darkness was zippy
and littered with zombies
but my cool instincts picked
out one abstract oolie droolie
and I found myself all abroad
 
Some slugs in the can tried
tempting me with an a-bomb,
instead I scoot and madcap back
to his view and sling musical
The trumpet sounds feel ever
so cackhanded but the cool
old dude on drums really gives
 
I tempt Mr. slingshot with a
practised eyebrow and edge
in like the cadger I am and
sit sly behind baccy, swirling
smoke ever so seductively
I picture madcap flagging a cab
and stretch out tuning my ear
 
The night renders me hopeless
and the juice makes me all spoony
His guns and talk seems suddenly
all madam and cagey, a messy attic
and I now crave zizz more than sex
Planting a wet one on soon to
be forgotten, the horn drifts me
home and I think before I crash
and burn, “it is not my baby”