Thursday, August 12th, 2010
roger singer | overflowing & blowing horn
OVERFLOWING
The dark of him formed their light.
Music absorbed idle words, pushing
out angels, as jazz claimed willing souls.
Parting curtains release night’s energy
as a salve for pain.
Fingers pointed. Horns lifted. High heels
walk to the sex of appeal.
Perfume mixes with smoke, covering
a day past, while anointing evening
disciples and the parting of waves.
Lifting sounds banged into heavens
basement.
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