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Bob Kaufman Short Poems

Famous Short Bob Kaufman Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Bob Kaufman. A collection of the all-time best Bob Kaufman short poems


by Bob Kaufman
 Jazz radio on a midnight kick,
Round about Midnight.
Sitting on the bed, With a jazz type chick Round about Midnight, Piano laughter, in my ears, Round about Midnight.
Stirring up laughter, dying tears, Round about Midnight.
Soft blue voices, muted grins, Excited voices, Father's sins, Round about Midnight.
Come on baby, take off your clothes, Round about Midnight.



by Bob Kaufman
 Music from her breast, vibrating
Soundseared into burnished velvet.
Silent hips deceiving fools.
Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster pools of Jazz Where music cools hot souls.
Eyes more articulately silent Than Medusa's thousand tongues.
A bridge of eyes, consenting smiles reveal her presence singing Of cool remembrance, happy balls Wrapped in swinging Jazz Her music.
.
.
Jazz.

by Bob Kaufman
 Where the string
At
some point,
Was umbilical jazz,
Or perhaps,
In memory,
A long lost bloody cross,
Buried in some steel cavalry.
In what time For whom do we bleed, Lost notes, from some jazzman's Broken needle.
Musical tears from lost Eyes.
Broken drumsticks, why? Pitter patter, boom dropping Bombs in the middle Of my emotions My father's sound My mother's sound, Is love, Is life.