groove theory and more

every sometimes i catch this groove
that rolls over and turns out rain clouds
and soon it's all sways and turns and little
bounces spiced with bass line bumps
and twisted aftermath solos
like how i can always fall into
the day always fall into the minute
that's passing-

how fine, the grooves that lurch
and earn slow sly smiles stretched
forth from schools of shy women

oh and how fine the women
that lean and turn deft as daisies

watching them fall
into the groove is
mostly all the fun
there is
now

2008-01-17 | 9:42 a.m.
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