Some favourite passages:
If only I'd read
the moss on the tree!
instead of shaking
it for fruit--
If only I'd read
the moss on the tree!
instead of shaking
it for fruit--
from "Cakewalk"
You burn me
at both ends, send
the geese bumping
within my skin.
end of "Jitterbug"
Your bordeaux dress
uncorked, let's
breathe awhile
from "Boogaloo"
...your noisy
nudity--
O the brass of your body!
sliding, trombone-
style....
from "Break"
O the far-flung
morning, a moon
still among it!
from "Calypso"
Lady, you are my Mobile,
Alabama--lowdown & too hot
for human habitat--
opening of "Ramble"
Drive until sun stares
me down. Radio & the cicadas
with their static wings--
I am singing
to myself again.
opening of "Saxophone Solo"
Tonight even the storm
cannot calm me.
from "Slide Guitar"
Outside azaleas bloom loud
& red like ambulances
rushing to save someone
or at least try.
*
Lights out--
we navigate
the colding house,
feel for matchbooks
which you save
to bring light, I
to remember where
I been.
*
Ice turns even
the trees heavy
& helpless, all
morning falling--
a song of breaking--
winter & plunder.
from "Pastorale"
...take down
the tarnished stars, my breath
will shine them up new.
from "Cotillion"
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