by Steven Craig Hickman You can’t write poetry you put it down in words like a jazzman does you sink your ears into sound float along …………….till it’s all around wander through its winds ………………..its leaves till the night mind takes you ……………….on down ………………………….down …………………..down then you slide back round touch another scale ……………………………lift that sound up onto those clouds then you put them notes down for yourself and hope and pray they play them ………………………..like a jazzman does taken from:
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