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Rich Furman
Jazz after masturbation
Monk pounds dissident tilted pulse
shocking into ecstatic, wide-eyed reverie.
Coltrane howls respiring lifeblood
cosmic echoes of eternity.
Powell slams mad dengue fevered revolts
backing you blindfolded paces and years.
You finish relieving yourself
wondering why you still miss her,
why this did not solve it.
Feb. 1, 1991
April 24, 2002
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