Improv 4 (Week 2)

Practicing Trochaic meter from the William Blake poem "The Tyger" again. I'm going for trimiter.

Lapping the sounds of Ms. Kemba 
Cofield. I’d solemnly swear to never fall    (I think the never can be stressed instead of the fall?)
in hate with another jazz key.
Another set of those teria lines
ricochet and vibrate the best of 
those crooners. We collide
while you croon about your 
growing stretch marks. My sloppy scrawls 
over the sounds about your features.
Ms. Cofield, her fear of falling 
for god or jumping for.