Jazz2024

Intimacy has no lookalike, the tap pluck ecstasy comes true again crescendo only magnifies lithe distance between strings tensed open  freed then of thin space between that draws together what seemed unlikely blend as if the heart befriended midnight in harmonica surprise of melody. How is whisper light unless the willing lift the body to another form of signaling from one mind to another heart. I cannot do equations in my heart. You level me. I prithee wake the dreds from breaking four-four frames of doorway brass the brash blame scuffed with remedy goes spawn soft unto heaven as a haven for the drapes down shoulders along the alleyway will I live forever yet and why can percussion be so waldorf in my soliloquy I try not to think to recollect the firm mouthpiece past all ebony some new meld of wood to take its place a mute cone shifts not stifles best baked loaf of somewhat sugar that turns summertime to yes whatever season rows and roses cut their shape into the holy breath of be...

Dexterity blonds its way home to the arcade of leaflets cast upward into tree shade.  Who are we anymore as freedom takes its shape in threads of window light.  Is sun fictitious in young minds. As we punctuate another person's breath, I hear  bass predicate late seasons apart from what I want to know. I want to know the handful of blistering repetition that is not the same as one measure ago. She chooses hoops over the bulemic pulp of rafters leapt across and charged forever from within because there are no words to circumscribe depth. Perception reinvents what will recur unless drawn butter dreams itself in some half tepid mind. Stop being small I pray as the crawlspace fills with petulance. I don't want the wax earplugs anymore near sleep. His breath is hers in chambers where is justice when will soft light learn to come before erasership how why willpoints. Whose. Stippled. Menace turns this room into formatted thrum and kismet according to new forms of pulse. Someone...

There is no such thing as being comfortable. Birds together cross the sky  unmusically but romantically in formation. Lacking information maybe, like justice chased and chaste. One observes the shows that relieve us of responsibility. Would Phil Harper please pick up a white paging phone.  Unless relaxing shapes the shaved head of a glistening listener perched  on an orange sofa-styled chair. Music rustles like breath wind in the trees.  I have sinned, be sure of that. Now try to remake a life to match what I seashore toward, liquid melodic hops from pool to press corps  if it's gossip you poke fun at while trimming burnished trees as if  brass were human and triple-tonguing were definitive as camera obscura attempts to connect dots not to be confused with functional punctuation. Keep ferreting out relief as the mute cone tempers faith before piano milking the stars out of clenched chords. Why not infatuate yourself with ...

Autistic shepherds do not quite die holy. Irrational number makes a face,  a fascicle for the time being, quarked unflavorly with syntax echoing  the margin feel of reciprocity if requisite. The substance shifts the mood  of radiating tonality. Minot, ND turns focal in the instant claimed  for no practical value. Budlets of pointillist would-be collectives earn shape of the cusp striking one. At one with situation independence, blasphemy remains in the ear of the listener free of idenity politics and temblor moans unmotioning to high held west of fear unpaginated wantonness curating nonsequiturs drawn together in hypothetical  rhumba meant to isolate and charge magnetic parch, arch energy starched to (with)stand what urgency parks too close to the papacy,  still papery with hyenas, fifth smallest body of lurk, framed in one photograph far from Turks and Caicos where lambent views via  periscopes face the sea where three perfect sailing vessels free the...

Tristesse won't lift, and rain seems tall again. Against the act  of walking walkways. Once the breath is heard, reeds matt finish  a prime furnishing shown the door until voice claims sequential livery.  In keeping with mensch soliloquy attributed to mastery beyond  the tendering of tenor safety that crowds out harmony until the final chord.  Struck with kept moments left in the hopper to be found  some southerly wind lit day. Proponents of nothing listen and transform  once translated to the kiss of keepsake. Hand signals clandestine as a romp  apart from diaries. Absorbing quiescent feathering of a touched clump  of keys that lead imaginary voice home. Now and then amounts to code  with egg wash left across top surfaces if only to distract the eyes,  the hearing heart, and chain away the thought of solitude  until breath taken dawn ambles toward the sole dream left on the table  where only softness can be seen. Dissolvi...

How does part vibrato blond along the path nobody has yet walked.  How do sequels spark thin distance from leftover sunlight recollected  more than felt. The arms open alto warmth past wampum fragile as  fraternal light. How come motion tricks its way to flesh moan pitched  into an upper register? It's silence to which we acquiesce when tenderness  traipses into view felt small or threadbare. Now is the time for vocals  to be cleared away and fingers locate better sound in tension then alert toward  quiet that redeems first thought best thought as the tonal crawl releases  echoed falling as the act of reaching rinses what is left of maturation we call music in the downpour of a few unbracketed grace tones shifted into unlikely then probable sostenuto brushing hands touching the keys. Saxokiss fledges open and closed, the barbells swift toward scheme  maybe melody again after miles of hurt that land on acreage as crops  might crimp a futu...