trio

drummer...

that spastic
plastic soldier
of elastic misfortune-
to have free reign
over this insane
mainline pain factory
emotion in his portion
distortion of sound
through skin

to begin this
pitter-patter
smattering and
growing to a din,
this den of wooden
spinning mayhem
to save them
from the song.

bassist...

what a wonderful
walking talking
machine who
feeds
the low
slow
scheme
of things
in the
bottom end...
a beautiful friend
in this drowned-out
down-and-around
dream theater of sparkling
freedom he bends the strings
of steel to make the people
feel the undertones
in the heart
in the
soul
slow-home.


saxophonist...

sensual
sliding
sensation
of elation
that you sing
reminiscent
of caresses
that the
heart
strings
bring
when
love
is at
its peak
speak a
solemn
history
romance
in this
solo
soho
symphony
on a sax
singing,
smelling,
selling
auditory
sex
to
every
simple
pleasure
in the room.