Short Saxophones Poems
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saxophones
bluest notes intrigue
one cool cat
barnum would have been proud
bulldogs in too twos
embraces for show
disks and dark booths
raw raws
scaffolding on saxophones
Scotland-yards of curtains
damp mermen
virginia sweet william
and dollar bills in
the greatest broken worth
fly me to belgium
for i want to meet the queen
and get a glimpse of
the man who is the reigning king
fly me to belgium
for the festivals and things
i'd run with the hip
and ageless in the cool streets
fly me to belgium
for i want to see dinant
hear those saxophones
and get lost in all that jazz
Brothers agreed on almost nothing
Except the sax, which bound them spiritually.
They came together to play at their mother’s funeral
She was watching, naturally, loving her sons
All three brothers kept their grief to themselves
Sharing no feelings, for it is not manly, right?
Their saxophones did their talking for them.
“Those are my boys!” Mom said to the angels.
cockeyed mice played saxophones at the table
anyway, the loudest one does, the other we call Mable.
they scurry around as fast and far as they are able
stealing from the kitchen, the laundry room and stable.
cockeyed mice love to dance, dart, wiggle and sing.
we see them running in the corners of everything
there is screaming sometimes as they dash and zing.
the soft spoken mouse goes by the name of Wing.
There is no milk to be had
from this humid churn.
The air is obese.
A limping obstinacy
inflates canyons of heat.
The sun throws a leash of blood
around our necks.
Throats channel the smoke
of saxophones.
Over the dry prairies
a fiery mule pulls the sun.
We will burn lanterns,
listlessly watch catfish
char on bleached docks.
We speak to each other
as if we were just a sigh
at the end of one more
solar flare.
Walking stick stroking limestone paths
sunshine warming these patina hands-
A fleeting chorus of gold-winged finch,
God sashaying over cherry wood violins-
Turtles playing dominoes on mossy stones
amidst cattails and croaking saxophones-
Cardinal splashing in blue spruce pines
emerald hoppers popping out a nursery rhyme-
Maple leaves flaunting sweetened faces
Hot pants angels sowing quilts for Earth Day-
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