Snap
Horrid snaps are
In the swing of things then
Sway
A held metal breath
Blowfish facetiously grin
Swish
Mellow raunchiness of Balled blue
The rapists bopping along Main Stream
The slender hands of an iron clench
Beyond the musical Milky Way
The music had it coming then.
Pop
A high strung cello
An irritated guitar
Making heard heaven
The audio sound haven
The cork of a wine glass
The perfect beauty of a prison
Overflowing with champagne
Ah, Ahh, Ahhh
Dogman cool
The beat cries out
The toddler of a giant’s steam
A final solemn note knot
A skinny shiny soul mate
And as if in a funeral procession
Applause pays its respects
To a flowery staged casket
That only those who play it
May play basketball in ghastly trances
May feel on stageness
And singed nerves
And the
Pop
Snap
Swish
Ahh
Of lost bodies forsaken
Surrendering to a bluish realm that’s colorful
Surely to be “The Lost Boys” living in musical Neverland
Neverland to be seen again,
Unless the chorus may end.
Copyright 2005 of Jessica Anne McLean. All rights reserved. File Sharing is Encouraged.
Food for thought: What do you think a jazz concert would sound like? Then you get the poem. Listen, don’t see, thought the words are pretty cool too.
The Rose 
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