Judy Moskowitz started playing piano at the age of three and became a professional jazz musician. She has performed throughout the New York City area and was part of the jazz scene in New York. Judy started writing poetry three years ago and has been published in Indiana Voice Journal, Midnight Dreamers Of The Yellow Haze, The Poet Community.com, Whispers Of The Wind, Leaves Of Ink, and Poetry Life & Times. She currently resides in Boca Raton Florida where she continues to play jazz and write poetry. They live side by side in her veins and soul.
Indifference
It's really good when you don't care
When everything means nothing
And nothing is everything
Leaving you with hunger pains
But you don't care
Alone in solitary confinement
Detached from the smoke and sound
Of drones living in the dead zone
Buried what you've never had
In a shallow grave
Promising never to look back
The scent of Old Spice
Still hanging around
It's really good when you don't care
Isn't it?
Chilled To A Fever
The grimace and squirm
Of uncomfortable conversations
Cannibals sucking marrow
Left over bones
From other places
Uncomfortable conversations
In God we trust
Trying to explain to empty faces
With no eyes nose or mouth
Closed button holes
Still tied to the umbilical chord
Of contagious ideas
Another uncomfortable conversation
The science of life
And don't forget about sex
In a world gone flat
© Judy Moskowitz
Indifference
It's really good when you don't care
When everything means nothing
And nothing is everything
Leaving you with hunger pains
But you don't care
Alone in solitary confinement
Detached from the smoke and sound
Of drones living in the dead zone
Buried what you've never had
In a shallow grave
Promising never to look back
The scent of Old Spice
Still hanging around
It's really good when you don't care
Isn't it?
Chilled To A Fever
The grimace and squirm
Of uncomfortable conversations
Cannibals sucking marrow
Left over bones
From other places
Uncomfortable conversations
In God we trust
Trying to explain to empty faces
With no eyes nose or mouth
Closed button holes
Still tied to the umbilical chord
Of contagious ideas
Another uncomfortable conversation
The science of life
And don't forget about sex
In a world gone flat