just dance
 

moon dancing
just jazz dancing
in this Wasteland
asymmetric and cool
i gaze cool back at you
i want you in motion
arhythmic, breathless motion

and you drone on of better masters
of Eliot and Pound
cool in your mental heat
i'm burning
i know you know that beat
so please do not expound
on Kerouac or Cassady
such rip frenzy of the mind revision

i agree
reflects societal malady
but i would revise you
so you would not speak
your word jazz
razz-ma-tazz
it's time for material metaphor
time to show you
about moonlight
about jazz dancing
 
 
 

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