O-Jazz-O (Bob Kaufman Poem)
Where the string At some point, Was umbilical jazz, Or perhaps, In memory, A long lost bloody cross, Buried in ...
Bob Kaufman Poems (4 Poems)
Round About Midnight (Bob Kaufman Poem)
Jazz radio on a midnight kick, Round about Midnight. Sitting on the bed, With a jazz type chick Round about ...
Jazz Chick (Bob Kaufman Poem)
Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster ...
On (Bob Kaufman Poem)
On yardbird corners of embryonic hopes, drowned in a heroin tear. On yardbird corners of parkerflights to sound filled pockets ...