New Jazz

In dada drams
Dadas anxiously peer into
Infant mouths
For speakeasy sounds
Touching a new morning
Of an alter ego.

Cautious words start anew;
Baked redwhite, like
Magicians revealing doves
Out under cuffs
Falling
And cupped in Chinese tins
Of exotic tea.

Bellies roll over
Into promenades with this…new jazz
- Watchful of an eavesdropping moon
Whiles rocking horses sway babas to sleep
With lullabies of
Yes-yes, yes-yes …

Suddenly,
Out of games
Pretending to pretend
Young tongues falteringly sing da…da ..

But it does not mean Daddy!
         So, in the DADA of adult dreams
We all cry in bitter sorrow.