elvin jones

I.
gutted angel,
a gospel of blues.
black and gold,
hands that crack open sounds.
bashful waves bash into
the sea. heaven afloat in the distant sky,
ascending the rolling waters.
minister,
I am a devoted disciple.

II.
gashes in the head of a little boy
found in the river,
his body evaporating.
a ton of bricks
tied to his leg.

worship and tribute:

blue dust,
blue ocean,
blue sand,
blue man,
blue hands.

freedom is ingested.
exhale,
smoke elevates.
afro blue,
elvin jones on drums.

Jack Brown is an imaginative spirit. Besides writing, he paints, cooks, immerses himself in film and creates music under the name ibrahim azhar. His work is largely influenced by Detroit, MI, the city in which he was born and raised.

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