'John Coltrane On Lush',2021 Poem by S. Rashad

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Sheets of sound stay high
Ascension is how my ballads get by
With things no admirer knows

My blowtorch having extended meanings.
Told I'm at the forefront of free jazz
My love for it too supreme to believe'em
Electric yellow in such a blue world
Where I was placed to reset parameters
Only to make the Winner's Circle
In vast impressionable turns.
Defeating Nice and Easy burns

Sheets of sound stay high
Where bass meets a layer of sugar
And Flanagan's pain is fly

Damnian playing out of it's head
Someone's left ear is pleased
Like a baseline entering ravine
Only to reveal pockets of sunshine
For it is still heaven, and I'm in.
Every plastic mouthpiece had it's end-
Shining, like a saint making amends.
Dope can nolonger grin

Sheets of sound stay fly
As cold and rainy Fall days speak jive
I listened to myself, hesitant to cry

Woodwind color runs
Almost as drinking wild air
While in search of all my grace
With provocative promises and tastes.
To howl, bound with my eerie self
Trials rained before acceptance
Explaining myself to those restless
For Psalm and ever staying merit
Smashed up against each other.
Then, I watched the Earth cool--

Sheets of sound stay high
Investigating all world tunage
And only God knows why

Giants and the offerings made
Pondering on the hazards
Solidified in the magic
Beautifully how I happened
All done so the contributions remain
During all times of turbulent pains.
My soul is live, the bronze was mine's--
Love was kind - She treated me so well

Then... Our way of music died.


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Sh.R