Wednesday, January 21, 2009

It Will Be a Coltrane Day in Heaven


I walked the walk as a soprano
sax warble splashed against the
walls of blue and sweet sand.
It was Coltrane condensation that
ennobled my pebbled heart to
thread the margins of a cascade eye.
In the afternoon of arabesque
organs, a pumping heaven found
the stain of Medici on a baritone
gallery of vermilion love.

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