Long blue notes echo in my soul.
No. The blue notes invade
my soul, metastasize like rock hard
tumors. Cancerous cells move glacier-
like along the line of my spine, till
sitting up straight feels like balancing
the whole world on my back. Those
notes carry me home
where I crawl into bed, wait to die.
Exhale my final breath, one loooooong note.
Is this all life’s gonna be about?
Playing jazz notes that flow into
the blues notes for a lonely body – cold?
** Just another poem that came to me. Happy reading and writing peeps!
Peace & Love,