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Steps of Weirdness to Jazz
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Saxophone divinity, blue moving, convoluted, dark soul of nostalgia twisting at the nape of a note, the fine hair stands up electrified. I take you, transcend you, escape the bandstand clutter wired beneath my feet, endure the sweet sting of a killing angel that my boyhood breath held above; defend against you, my quandary, bend soft light in boxcar solitude to end the woodshed woes my demon handicraft exposes. Blue edged self abuse, my wrist of blood wrenched with claws and digits, fanned wildly into sparks of pure dream, took me down loose-footed, steep pathways, dark wooded, slumped shoulders aglow in lunar whispers, neon folded in a pink bath of gin light; highway roadside, billboard light, my barroom sight, soft tinged with bronze, and beer glass highlights that prickled saxophone lips with gingery stars. White shirt glowing hot ultraviolet, purple nebulous on stage, hung in wide veils of second-hand smoke, I stalk you in a false universe tabled with aliens, eight legged in strobe light, I take you under my tightly pressed eyelids, tongue you wind-streaked by moose lake shores, hunt you moss cuddly in north light; kill and eat you point by antler point, drunk with jazz blood in wild timberland bellowing on high haunches.
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