Noble Jazz

Jazz music on the radio and letting it flow

Liberation

comes from

self

 

Nothing

is giving

freely

 

Smoking opium with Jeremy El

On soft cushioned floor

Watching face covered bodies dance

Behind us a wizard conjures a glass sphynx 

The one million names of God are writing in our ear drums

 

pin, needle, 

angels dance on them

 

Shower of absinth spray

causes us to tear up

laugh

the green lady comes

 

Moorish lit

fills our den

Wine of Islam is almost prepared

 

dead

resurrected

so it goes

so it goes

 

an old gray eyed Moor sits across from us

I catch glimpses of him between bellows of smoke

 

the dancer divides us

a*s in face

milk filled breasts in face

she vanishes

 

The old Moor looks at me

smiles

face cracked from centuries of righteous living

He says: Half-original boy you know who I am?

I nod in the no 

He says: Boy I'm your great, great, great, Greatest Father

From my seed your family sprang boy

We laugh

The way long lost relatives do

 

embionic sparks

turn off my head lights

going

going

long gone

astral surfing

Author's Note

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