Saturday, May 31, 2008

Blues #2


the woman crosses her legs
against a grid of accidentals

you slide a half step down
pinch the blue note like a bleeder

a muted gliss slips to the floor

triple tongued trumpet
burring and buzzing your lip

soon her wet throat is a flute
of foregone conclusions

brass fish swing behind you

and the drummer soft-strokes the skins
like a cheek.

3 comments:

Steph said...

Wow, this is an awesome idea! I love the way your merge your artwork and poetry together. It's wonderful.

By the way, I found your blog on blogcatalog.com and since you're obviously into writing (and painting!) I wanted to let you know about a new e-zine that me and a few writer friends are putting together.

It's called The Oddville Press.

We're just getting started so our website isn't completely finished. Still, you should check us out if you're interested--or better yet, submit something.

Thanks a bunch!

Cheryl said...

That's a nice looking site, Steph.
Continued success with the zine!
And thanks so much for stopping.

Steph said...

Thanks a bunch--for the submission as well! =D