no horn section, please
honk honk
a tapestry of thrills,
the shrill sound of silence -
is absent!
no,
its not a distaste
for Miles, Armstrong,
or even Dizzy -
only irony!
beep beep
"Please don't - blow -
your horn"
it reads
it pleads.
blank gonk,
a quintet of
ignorance and glances
away from the message
at hand.
listen closely,
i tell my colleagues...
semiotics, unfortunately
has failed us here
beautifully!
embrace
jazz, voice,
screamhushsound
and let out a deep
siiiiigh.
we all
go honk honk when we try to say,
a n d try we do,
in a sundry different
ways.
July 21, 2006
honk honk
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3 comments:
I like it. It's so cute. :-)
moo moo
goes the fat cow
gnawing grass on the roadside
moo
moooo
i coo back
as i speed down the 12
moooo
hello?
i shout down into the canyon
red walls mocking back at me
helloooo!
i love you
i whisper into the phone
visualizing you on the other side
lovelovelove
i like your poem.
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