Category: jazz poem
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Song for Her Majesty the Ex
We were legendary, dear, doubt it never King and queen of fourteen-liners and verse Time moves on, yet in the reflection of that moment Printed in books with our names . . . we were great How was it we lost admiration for each other? Competition? No. Complication. Life Got in our way of living.…
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Spring Apotheosis
another morning you awaken from dreamsand drop into the flow of life’s sluggishriver (trapped on a sandbar of late) andsome wonder about the white waters’ rush,hoping you’ve not seen the last of this inour present life; Some want to run againbefore the race is over, want to huntagain the big game and find love beforethe…
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New Year
Prophet of Midnighthe was torn asunderat the Solstice, dismembered and disemboweledby seven sisters dancing to Orpheusand the Muses – then sewn back togetherby one-hundred paradisal virginsdawn of that next day . . . but the parts – more than one sacrificewas disarticulated on the altar of their ire –his left arm black, rightmongoloid; left leg…
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#79: After Lisel Mueller
Tonight I Cry You a Song This Decemberwithin this house no windblows but the heat pump outsidewe have no trees in the yardsave a Japanese maple onlythirty-eight inches high these eight yearssome old story in a poetry bookwith its ancient begettinglays me down to snore . . .but I awaken to nightfor we are night…
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Sax Sells: Challenge Poem #72
Sax in Every Room not enough has been writtenwill ever be written – can wordseven approximate a just figurefor the saxophone? smoothas no other measure of smoothdefinitive of cool in musicsacross the spectrum: blues, jazz, rockclassic, fusion, ska, etc, and futureperhaps we should includea full golden album of saxophoneon the next exploration droneshot into forever,…
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