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Going Down Blues (jazz poetry)

Spilled milk

Count me in
baby
sing
we’re going
down
down

Down into red blues
down where
nightmares can’t dream

Pitch the canned heat
keep the beat
slick licks
burning through
jelly rolls
riffing

Tangle in my dark
baby
black cat bone
drumming skin
down

We rain harmony
syrup
dusting your broom
wash it
down
simmer down jam
jamming
you free

Rhythm going liquid
milk spilling
down
honey
going down
blues

~Nara Malone

This is my contribution to G-man’s Friday 55 and dVersePoets Meeting the Bar.

I’ll confess. I tried and tried to beat this down to 55. The best I could do was 69. I tried to beat it down to jazz, but it came out blues.

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