Burn the straw and twigs,
leaving only the precious metal.
This poem is concise harmonious; every word counts;
it glitters like smiles.
I like the lines
"The blood gullibility osmosis
Sweep waste and illusion"
I like the jazz reference
and although I don't totally understand "odd ninths and stacked 11ths"
i do understand it enough to give me a feeling reeling in my mind's ear
and my foot's beat;
poem so neat, quite a feat.