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Silver Cloud Blues
By Mooky Blaylock

Hand rolling Cigarette
Craft occurs as natural consequence
Just as the early gloom of darkness
results from the silver cloud blues
A blanket and roof
The womb
Damp concrete underneath my shoes
The city is silent
in ambience.
Touch of mind
Pneuma
Stoic I
Observe
and breathe
drag
drag
drag
The back bone beat
of the city streets
I hear it
Like a distant jazz drum
Humming
It plays with me
Beat-Beat
Rat-Tat-Tat-Beat-Tat-Tat
Beat-Beat
Rat-Tat-Tat-Beat-Tat-Tat
Beat
...
Beat-Splash
Sometimes the pause
more
crucial than
the deed
itself.
I pause
Looking up through
the branches of
a tree older than me.
And the groove
is born from repetition

Hand rolling Cigarette
Craft occurs as natural consequence
Just as the early gloom of darkness
results from the silver cloud blues

 

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