Jazzy upbeat rhythms written and spent in silence:
note to note, beat the beaten path.
The gentle giant has a voice that projects,
and a smile that sets fire to still-life,
and calms the wicked tempers of the everyday folk.
Dance hard, play hard, make a little time with her,
bringing friends to back porch shadows,
and passing that pipe around the moonshine.
Seconds passing in nightly daydreamin’ minds
paint pictures of the listless few:
Murals of the soft-spoken with colors that are loud.
Screaming to be heard where a voice could live without an ear:
Separate their lives, from the lives of you and me.
A block party now, in the middle of the street;
You can hear all their screams when he arrives on the scene
to cover the wonderment of people and their government,
as they need to forget everything they were forced to remember.
Like next door neighbors from the the land down under
with that playful accentuated voice and tour pass
to pass away the day with you, the one and only Mraz man;
Not the whole band, just you and him.
In backseat summertime cars with ambitions set too far
ahead for the normal folk to reach or breach the pessimism
that lies dormant in the normal torment of everyday life,
that tried and true sense of self-satisfaction is what brought us
to spend a little bit of pocket change in this engaging exchange,
or quiet corner-alley type of transaction.
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Submission Name: Mr. A-Z
