Poetry: BELLEVUE TO MAY PEN

It's not a long trip
As the crow flies
But at Kingston's grand
Theme park of
Finality
the John crows circle
Overhead
The location
Of grave A346 lost 
even to them
Its occupant consigned by the judge to
That seaside resort for
Those deemed to be

At the point of last resort
But did they leave him be
having discarded him?
Did he terrify them
With new songs?
Did he  - even without his horn - blow phrases that
Confronted them with
their many wrongs
What was handed down
As sentence
Must have been was an escape
At least at first
With Bournemouth in view
And the billowing inter-party war
raging away from him yet all around
But reality
Without the sound was
eventually
A desert he couldn't
cross
A Sahara with dunes of
loss
Anita already
Under the earth
And the band in
disarray
No one to bother him and
yet no one for whom to
play
How did he check out
Did he merely yield
the spirit
or did it leap and jump
like a ska melody
anxious to escape
a shower of boots and clubs?
The once and future 
Mystery
made mortal for but
a moment
His notes ringing clear now
on a much grander
stage

Poetry: THE ONE AND ONLY DON COSMIC

Mind blowin'
Man in the street bringing
a new sound
moving sweaty bodies in the
City heat
even at midnight there's still no
Goodbyes
Rastafari dipping in the
Glass Bucket
Bad-luckied
born under a
Bad sign
never duck it just
roll chance like a
spliff and tuck it
behind your
Ear
under your hat
Tilted back casual but never
slack
Dirt n your
cup
blowin' and stirrin' it
Up
in Standard Time
Make you cry
Make you
fly
with wings of a dove
The rest of them playin' hard but
you
cruisin' above
in your own stratosphere
Just you and the
Sound
horn licks bright enough to light up
the Kingston sky
and last for
Years
Half century on it's still
dancing in our ears
droppin' legs
A real island shuffle
melody muted but never
Muffled
Rythm so
demanding the dancer had to
die
They try
to say you were mad but
we know how they lie
They said it of
Bedward and Bogle and
even Garvey too
so what else were they
going to do to
You
but punch a one-way ticket to
Bellevue
But what use is a
straight-jacket
against  a flaming heart and a
beautiful mind
Nevermore
shall we see your kind
Modern-day living got so many in a
bind
We've forgotten
that staying loose is a
virtue
instead no one trust no one cause
Everyone
will hurt you
Yet the music that they
refuse
it is the healer
Rockfort blues
Kingston rock
From the hills of
Wareika to
the downtown dock
where silent cannons echo
Guns of Navarone
let it be
known
the spirit
has flown
guard the throne
of the once and forever
king of the trombone
The one and only
Don Cosmic