Bluesy Night
Strange night it is. Let life flow by for now. Here's another poem I wrote. Things to think about? It contains a lot of specific music references, a bit of setting, and a quirky little narrative. And the form of line means something if LJ can render it right.
minor nine
A number of 12's stood at attention.
Lined up rigid.
Tony drew out the bench, brushed it off.
Tobacco smoke amoebas dancing.
Their cilia collapse, dragged through a pair of lips.
Reds and pinks, a dozen pairs or more.
Puckered and pursed.
A moan, out of protest, issued from the throat
of the sable bench.
The drunk spews whiskey air and a joke:
an elephant at his ivories.
Sprawled out, making aquaintance with hardwood.
Splintered jawbone with one strike of
c minor 9.
If these keep going over well I might be tempted to keep posting at least once a week. Which means you would all have the chance to listen to the little bit of my life I share. Me? I'm doing tremendously. Tired, but I had studio today and gave everyone a metaphoric punch in the face with my performance. Yeah, its not perfect yet, but I'm making progress.
Alright, everyone, remember the words of the famous patriot as you meander off to your respective abodes and nests: "A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having." Sincerest thanks V.
Love to all, and good night.
minor nine
A number of 12's stood at attention.
Lined up rigid.
Tony drew out the bench, brushed it off.
Tobacco smoke amoebas dancing.
Their cilia collapse, dragged through a pair of lips.
Reds and pinks, a dozen pairs or more.
Puckered and pursed.
A moan, out of protest, issued from the throat
of the sable bench.
The drunk spews whiskey air and a joke:
an elephant at his ivories.
Sprawled out, making aquaintance with hardwood.
Splintered jawbone with one strike of
c minor 9.
If these keep going over well I might be tempted to keep posting at least once a week. Which means you would all have the chance to listen to the little bit of my life I share. Me? I'm doing tremendously. Tired, but I had studio today and gave everyone a metaphoric punch in the face with my performance. Yeah, its not perfect yet, but I'm making progress.
Alright, everyone, remember the words of the famous patriot as you meander off to your respective abodes and nests: "A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having." Sincerest thanks V.
Love to all, and good night.