“The New Jazz”
Crazy.
The street is crazy. Clean, holy, crazy.
Hubs and dubs. Love and the
asphyxiation
of the dinosaur passions
Chrome of the watchmaker
Watching
Shazam!
Little ones find out
and hustle through hyperlinks
The cathode rays creep out of darkening screens…
Gurus ommmmm….
You have voicemail from Gandolf!
Press one
Calamity, pause…
the chromatics of spiritual delete
the body’s flesh… pressing and splashing…
Do you know? Do you know?
Skeleton, do you know
that the ice of the glass
is how she plots to cleave you
limb from limb from limb from limb from limb!
Stay strong, Halloween Man!
Stay strong, Halloween Man and accept it!
The New Jazz is prismatic!
Do you hear Santa Ana on this hillside
surmounting evolution?
Ssssssssomeone else, perhaps?
Do you hear the horns of a trillion, trillion Cutlass Supremes
blaaaarring! Blaring, blaring, blaring for mobility!
Blaaariung for the chance to hatch!
They come on backroads to devour you!
Roadside assistance! Onstar The Ravenous!
Press two…
Metal apoplexy…
What a gorgeous interior…
The New Jazz…
Do you hear it on your device…
Good simple people, you have voicemail!
In your corpus callosom! In your computerized star treks!
In the cathode bask of delete!
You have voicemail that you haven’t checked!
Mark Volpe
