The notes had feet

running me down

with slaps to my

face speaking hard

of the pain forged in rooms

with smoke and ice

as the beat jumped me

like thieves intent on harm

bruising with jive

a blues fat with thick

and jazz painted


running songs

fast with lust and catch

them all shaking the sound

into their ears

like pepper burning up

with hot.









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