by Ricardo Avecedo

      Lullaby spine sits so supine
      Lulled into the mode
      Ignore the caffeine lick wet in your ears, a dose of, chaggering carnivore thought. My mine wheezing to jazz lung triplets. My wors fall off my tongue in twelfths, add it up, add me up, to this multiple of dust to dust, as rhythm falls prey to this rondelet of breathing.
      No key unlocks this mystery
      No voice singing free of coil
      No thing twines or swes this land
      This is Jazz

      Matrons fall abusive of the groove, filling virgins with glory, with the light..er than air awareness of their skin.
      Pick the never ending in a wince. We came to bounce a hip...painfully exacerbate this smile for the miles after this trip. The chase has come home to roost.
      Different tunes in mode of grin. Teeth shap the Ha Ha's distant to the hope for days past this refrain, but this excape is nasty as nasty thinks. Hope me hopem rattle shack, palsied dance shuffle replse, transposing faith in to us grooving like slow washing machines. Purge the days stains with dangerous claaping hands of rhythm one to the other one, one to the other.

      In sweat I still feel clean,
      Cuz, this is Jazz