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the Marvin situation (for Melly Mills)

for Melanie Mills

very fine poetessa

wonderful Jazz singer from deep down southeast

Tennessee

this from Mingulonius to

Monkolonia ,-)

The Marvin Situation

for the only woman in Tennessee.

the most –  to my limited knowledge

of course –

beautiful heart and jazz voice

in the

Southeastern part of that state:

ok let’s let that loose

and go and go away I

mean .. .-)

Dear Melly,

I was on such a bad trip for five days

and only and just in time

-damn you are nurse too and know

what I’m hinting at here:

I thought I was a lost on a trip

forsoeverlong that minutes

loose their weight to lunacy

of the hard core kind but but

JUST IN TIME

I your friend was

only one second away-sway from

a state no one can re-

turn from: and because

you were a nurse let me

cut my message short.

Locked

IN

Syndrome

and my heart always knew

it couldn

t handle

psychtropatrippers

that mighty.

I tried to run away as fast

s i could but hey babybaby

hold it

i’m weak and paid and

uhm

gimme a sec

and I am BACk

Marve,

I know you hate him

for

hurtin his wife

but

oh well

dontcha think

bein shot thru his head

by his own dad

is redemption day enough.

For M-?

but the beauty of

the melodies unfolding

in faraway Belgium –

I mean the voice of his

heart crossing an ocean

not easy to

not drown in and

and wait and hold,

Melly must shortcut it now

bc i must celebrate

still being live

but

k, hey hold_

fixed a new drink

lit a cig

and tryna take it

easy baby easy baby:

the Marvin situation is this :in the sweetest

melodybirds, more

properly

more apppropriately

me-I-only-love-myself

birds.

Break

Melly you know

I cannot give up on him because of the wonder

offff

his polyphonic voices

Melly you know:

Id so love to unharmize

and reharmonize

the to-my-ear-still

coke’s not a

friendly to humans drug.

I can only sink into

deepdown reflection

an …

and try to

not listen.

 Me I just can not fix it.

you see , Melly, I tried so hard but I

and I dont –

and this’s whisper-

I don’t wanna see you gone.

you

gone

no!

and I want you to

stay please

please

please

and the devil has a new to

me now spillspelled

(psilocybe)

pee as I

low

see I

be’e

brand name.

——————————————————

thank you for loving my lilts

Mellybaby

and I your’s 😉 you princess of Jazz.
(sigh: “keep the thelonius in the your veins and try to jazz on. ” Last time I tried it was a birthday present to T. and even! FF the Mand liked it) But .. oh
and even she  – ack then – did.

I’m just sad about what happened.

p.s. :  just dug out

Jazzeries

and (hey it’s been a while . 😉 Uhm, I can’t deny there is Monk in it too. And it gets even worse bc its 2 thirds Monk and 1 third Mingus. aAnd its gets worser still bc the Mingus third is actually about Lester. hmmm ? I must confess I stand corrrect, Haha…

and Mellybee, re my voice (and your’s whenever you feel up to it, mail me and we skype. you know: listening to a golden heart like yours is the best of therapies for me. 😉  hugs

Jazzeries

Twice Monk and Mingus once

Funny, when Theolonius has just started Blue Monk and his combo sets in
I cannot help thinking of that precious novelette of Aksyonov:
Overstocked packaging barrels, but then maybe it needs a drunkard’s
Twisted mind to connect bitter anti-soviet irony with overdrugged bebop.
However : I still find bebop sabotageous. I know it wears white beards now.

I, when I lean back, of course, and the rum glass has not left my left yet
I sit in awe, my ears are curled up receivers, that blimp to Monk’s
Epistrophy. And I’m not even black. Cheers! I think I hate his hat.
It’s good to keep a wide closed eye on the rhythm here. He fools my feet
but not my heart.

And Lester sang:
Lost my shoes on the road but later into the night God send me used green moccasins.
It’s hard to sax when you cough and the codeine is far, needed extra-breaks.
And they take it all away from me, of course. Back to NYC I fell asleep.
Ugly Charles Mingus loved him and his pork pie hat.
Life’s a crashing dissonance if it was good and your friends miss you.
Oh, and he’s crying such a sweet low down howl just for me!
We’re all one family, sure, with grumbling Papa Mingus
amid our heaven’s brass. Brother Lester swings with us.

……….
listen to it

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