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Jazz Lounge

1/14/2014

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I guess the thing that eluded me first 
was words.
Poetry didn't flow out of me like a divine diarrhea
(waiting for an open mic stage 
where people are half listening 
and half going over their poems praying 
you don't read another one).

Is it because poetry didn't know 
which pore to seep out of and witness for herself
just how lost and found I really am?
I have no idea what I am seeing for the first time
and I am without stanza or cause 
Empty. Like tears that aren't mine.

I have felt fear for so long
What better to replace it with 
than Jazz on rustic historic stone
shining pebbles that dare call themselves 
a street in Edinburgh. 
So far from home.  
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    Tayllor Johnson

    This is my reality as I see it in stanzas as I study Psychology, English, and French in Scotland. 

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