deepundergroundpoetry.com

Dixie Land

Her finger was
Listening for the
Pulse of dixie land (jazz)
With those open toed
Shoes dangling from
Musicians and  
Art-smothering-enticement
Sweeping the cigarettes’
Monochromatic time bomb
Lurking just around the corner;
Making for good after hours
Narratologies
Hairsplitting among their
Pedagogic foundlings: waifs; and the
Differences are but  
Fragrances with the
Industrial lighting who
Showcases all the  
Solitaire martinis in the room
With the engraved sounds
Spread out:
Inoperable silences
Belonging…
Hues  
Transported-  
Another time zone
Reminding me
What it’s like to
Lose yourself to some process of
Fine tuning.
Nari
Written by Nari (Spellbound)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 28
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 5:39am by Poetryman
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:55am by solanaceae
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:50am by Indie
COMPETITIONS
Today 3:22am by RexDurkin
SUGGESTIONS
Today 3:16am by yelluw_always
COMPETITIONS
Today 2:04am by eswaller