the po~it, walking with miles davis

walking these
miles
is kinda
blue
in green
flame-n-co sketches
of spain. forecast
rain
on this parade
of water
falling tears.
so what.
all blues
these
days full
of un ^ filled
dreams.

solo
ph/raises
the quest/ion:
when will i
get it out
figured^
enough to
be-able
just to be.
just.
+sobrIety=
wake
up calls
and scale
notes leading
sky-words.
find some jazz
re-leaf with
in my heart. beat.
the drum.
trump/et this
disgrace.d life.

{of her and blusies:
blues ease
blue seas.
blue skies are
blues keys to
blue eyes.
her ivory keys
pianissimo
like touches
i remember.}

walking these
miles
is kind. of blue.
of jazz.d
re/fresh/mental
clarity.
dis / parity
or
un / equality.
on common ground.
we share this
ab/since we left.
vacant. dim~
?~inished
(f~)
  ~uck!! really?!
i re-fuse to under/
stand though
i must. let go.
of this heart-brake.

this heartbr/ache
is a sigh(t) to be
               hold.
            me.
some
        body please.
i   am
          sin/
                k
                   i
                    n
                    g