Sunday, July 12th, 2009...10:44 pm

roger singer | fear of loss & inside the horn & teach me the jazz

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Lewis Jordan 1978 | Photo: Mark Weber

FEAR OF LOSS

The taste of whiskey fills
my breath from you;
long passions run deep.
Gently my fingers walk over your face
creating warmth.
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The lavender of your eyes
marks the death in me.
My words stumble, drunken with lust;
foolish in the war of losing you.
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Mockingbirds pierce me with swords
of song.
Mornings struggle to open.
In my room I play the jazz;
I am dark, a shadow,
failed to be seen.

Blue Mitchell 1977 | Photo: Mark Weber

INSIDE THE HORN

He begged the horn
to breathe strong
for him,
to tell a story
of pain in love,
and love with pain

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His fingers danced
on flat pearl keys
spinning jazzy notes
like the earth
rolling through space.

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Pure gold sounds
flowed richly
as he taught
the notes to fly
into welcome air.

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His pouting lips
sighed then relaxed,
overwhelmed
with years of songs
rarefied and clean
from inside the horn.

Bobby Bradford & John Carter 1978 | Photo: Mark Weber

TEACH ME THE JAZZ

Walk to me
the songs
crawling silently
like cats at night
stalking the dark
with eyes piercing
deep into me.
Tie my thoughts
with the strings
of a righteous bass
preaching sternly
to my ears
the message of jazz.
Help me snap
my fingers free
like running legs
of children
against the wind,
never turning back.

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