Muse Moving Morning

JAZZ
the gods have grown old
but we still worship them
as the remaining reminders
of a golden age
that has been mythologized
in books, documentaries, music
and their own
scar marked bodies.
the art form has been preserved
and now survives
on tubes and wires
to keep it alive.
the young have lost
the burning desire that
these gods once had
and occupy themselves
in other pursuits
so far removed from this
glorious fire.
the form remains
but that is not enough.
the remains must be viewed
and then destroyed
to let the new seeds
take root.


i have no regrets
but i do wish
i could forgive myself
for you.

simple morning man
these day time hours
are spent in the company
of no one but the sound
that soothes and destroys.
it is enough to keep me content
before the afternoon and evening
occupy my mind and body.


honesty
when i hold your body close to mine
on these late nights
i wish i could give you my heart.
i wish i could be a better man
to be able to love without care
or without weight attached
to my wretched being.
stop all words
and let touch
be the only one
to say so much.


are and are
fleeting thoughts
of desire
are many in the mind
of mortal men.
my mind is no different
and you are the object
of such fleeting thoughts
in my head.
you are the type of woman
that i find desirable
but would be wholly
impractical for us both.