Children And The Playgrounds Shame

The beat at the moment is fast
Those trumpeted jazz tones are a little slow
I want to hear the sax bleed up the tempo
Those drum hands going a little faster
I can’t swing that low to low
No duwop for me
This is the way I hold myself afar
I am something you’ll never be
Take me to the stars
Envelope my dreams a misspent letter
Astral postage another cape
An infant in the plane
Smoothly again
Infants playing a game
Spit in the faces against the grain
Where the rolling hills end
Beyond the claps of thunder
Beyond the bridge trolls grasp
Give me an instrument of death
Somewhere I can start again.

3 thoughts on “Children And The Playgrounds Shame

  1. What a great jazz intro, Jason, and the chill of the final lines:
    Give me an instrument of death
    Somewhere I can start again

    Seems the whole world is earnestly looking for such ‘instruments of death’….for the much trumpeted ‘new starts’…

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