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JAZZ OF THE CITY

What if

the world

would stop

spinning

for a minute

and I could

clearly

hear

the sound

of the

surroundings

the jazz

of the city

the boom bap

of the

cleaning cars

the dizzle wizzle

and the clinging

of metal hooks

screaming

from the wind


What if

the world

would stop

spinning

for a minute

and I could

clearly

hear the sound

of synchronized

hearts

beating

in a walking bass

rhythm

and the

passing cars

like brush drums

slowly whispering

in my ears

melodies that

I have never

imagined before


What if

the world

would stop

spinning

for a minute

and I could

clearly

hear

the rolling strollers

and the baby screams

like high pitch

trumpets

crying over shoulders

in tune

with women

in orgasms

of around 180 bpm

while I stand

in the middle

of my street

closing my eyes

and

singing


words

words

words

that make sense

only to me.

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