Greetings Everyone, starting today I'm going to try and post some beatnik style poetry I wrote back in the early 90's. Enjoy.

The Dancer

 

The dancer

  has fallen into

  the moonbeam circuit

     w/ it's smudged air

     & hardened panel floor

     being the new worlds stage

The red orb

  that floats silently above

   blows it's misty rhythm

     -in two shape purpose

   protecting the somber night

      now highlighted

      by cold dancer sweat

The deep bass

  fills inch by inch

  squeezing the caved nest

  and not letting

  the remainder break free

The dancer

    Glides

    Shuffles to a

    new age dawn

    freeing the forged mind

    now letting

    rhythm's intensity

      -operate the spirit

    in a fridged twist

      of danger excitement

        -the body breaks

         falls

         into the space trance

           -provided by sound

         the head feels light

         the neck

            a jungle of apple stew

         the hips

            are a shape

            & a purpose

            to be born

The dancer

    lets go

    and

    lives

    through

    intensity





                                      10/2/92

                                      Lawrence, KS



(c) Darrin Fossella, all rights reserved.

The voice of jazz
rings from belly spasms
wrapping in a wail
with vital spirits
hugging deep like a heartbeat

The music starved cats
weave through
lines and arpeggios
with a gusto wave
that leaves you
fuzzy-eyed and
alive in the fusebox

The real jazz
keeps snaking around the head
until the untidy world
moves in
shaking its finger
in a "no" motion

Jazz & Freedom
melt in unison
slaying the puppet hand
-all the way
to the grave

The Jazz soul
is high on emotion
be-bopping to the groove
lost in time
the music sets the pace