Indigo Blues
Indigo Blues
Under the blue moon
Strings ring
at the sight
of the blues lady in flight
spouting that gumbo ya-ya under a hoodoo moon
with her voice of wonder
and body of thunder
her mystery lights up the night.
Bohemian Maaaaaa-maaaaaaa
Quivering ya-ya
and eyes rolling
Blindly now heading into a symphony of screams.
Multi orgasmic intense blue moments
Loud and deep
Weep willow weep
from the shrills and icy chills
of a convulsive mama.
Do you speak the street gospel funk of saxophone?
woo-woo
wah-wah
ya-ya
Monster shadows
On fire
Drowsy, drunk and aching
from the buzz of the horns popping.
Boogaloo blues
For the wah-wah waltz
And the woo-woo wiggle
Quizzical
Lyrical
Spiritual
Magical
Mystical
Individual
Softly grunting
Bending
Writhing
Turning….
Bohemian Mama screaming
For the wah-wah waltz.
Wiggle on Mama
Wiggle on…
woo-woo
ya-ya
Tempered screaming
on a throbbing Saturday night.
Gyrating to the twists and turns of the horns.
A blazing drummer enslaves mercilessly.
Blue Haze
Pronounced and praised
Flushing blue notes
ya-ya
Shapely tattered and tight
woo-woo
Sleek diggers of the night
wah-wah
High stepping floods of moans
from lovely throats
turning toes.
Tears of pleasure choke
weaving the day.
Seductive band with loins of gold
Roaring, ripping
And climaxing.
woo-woo
Riding the night into mornings garden.
ya-ya
Glorious train of painless play
in her own cunning way
rolling along
in unbroken song.
Rocking souls in a blue lullaby
turning to dust a chaos of lies.
Bottom blues
Wailing and wounded
Lifeless and sluggish
Strangulating suffering sad souls
The trumpet tells no lies
Sweet and low
Breathe and blow
Darkened tones taunting liberation.
Hovering over melted souls
A warm mellow rain
Blue gray drizzle
whistling a blue haze
of blue notes
of bottom blues
to the blue moon.
Funky drunken spirit dance
A savage assault on purity and reflection
My melody is an ever-changing essence
I don’t make empty promises
It is against my nature to lie
All I can do is bellow
the burning hot greasy truth.
wah-wah
and woo-woo
Drowning despair
Sheltering drained spirits in my bosom
from the devils delight.
In a warm zest and scandalous stagger
With Indigo eyes, dying hearts peek into the realm of possibility.
Copyright ©2013 Indigo Blues
(2013)
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