moreorless commented on the word apposite
I love this word.
December 29, 2009
moreorless commented on the word Abraxas
How to utilize the many spellings of Abraxas...
Abraxas staves his mood he
plays his saxophone in a tame and scaley
Coltrane refrain.
He parallaxes this duality with a note –
"From, where I have been to –
where I may go."
From here on!
Abrasax plays his saxophone
relaxes his throats to coax
notes out in a slow tone
melodious melodrama to make
synthesis
Abraxas expounds upon a brass saxophone with notes
hung stark. The air of negative sky space of
white sky
black stars
slated moon.
Abraxas plays a brass saxophone and moans
an abracadabra abacas
He counts
his toes tally the tacks
across rods
Abraxas smacks his
beak together and blows
deeper, Gillespien style,
while all the feathers
flutter from his head
to quill the dirt with
incantations
The feathers dance like
hovering gnats
pirouetting like an autumn ballerina of leaves
twisting a child tornado on the sidewalk,
"IO IO IO IAO SABAO KURIE!" Reads the dust
and justly a brass saxophone blows deeper than a reflection
of facing mirrors.
Abracas abracadabracally constructs a melody
that human ears are not made to hear.
Like Goethe's architectural music Abraxas
apexically dances a slithering moon walk and
moors the planets to earth.
Venus and mars tethered to the pantheon
Earth – no longer orbiting between love and war.
Abrasax plays his brass saxophone Orpheusly and tames
the conflict within me.
A cobra hisses
from behind his back
a rattle scatters like the pills
scitter across a tiled floor from a last moments
peace – where you change your mind.
Abraxas blows his saxophone and a beaked
last hiss without lips caws in the skylight.
The pillars fall to his ouroboros shoes and Abraxas
now with cigarette in beak –
moans a melizmatic, perfectly poised, beautifully poetic –
cock-a-doodle-do
as the sun rises around us – in an unashamed world.
Comments by moreorless
moreorless commented on the word apposite
I love this word.
December 29, 2009
moreorless commented on the word Abraxas
How to utilize the many spellings of Abraxas...
Abraxas staves his mood he
plays his saxophone in a tame and scaley
Coltrane refrain.
He parallaxes this duality with a note –
"From, where I have been to –
where I may go."
From here on!
Abrasax plays his saxophone
relaxes his throats to coax
notes out in a slow tone
melodious melodrama to make
synthesis
Abraxas expounds upon a brass saxophone with notes
hung stark. The air of negative sky space of
white sky
black stars
slated moon.
Abraxas plays a brass saxophone and moans
an abracadabra abacas
He counts
his toes tally the tacks
across rods
Abraxas smacks his
beak together and blows
deeper, Gillespien style,
while all the feathers
flutter from his head
to quill the dirt with
incantations
The feathers dance like
hovering gnats
pirouetting like an autumn ballerina of leaves
twisting a child tornado on the sidewalk,
"IO IO IO IAO SABAO KURIE!" Reads the dust
and justly a brass saxophone blows deeper than a reflection
of facing mirrors.
Abracas abracadabracally constructs a melody
that human ears are not made to hear.
Like Goethe's architectural music Abraxas
apexically dances a slithering moon walk and
moors the planets to earth.
Venus and mars tethered to the pantheon
Earth – no longer orbiting between love and war.
Abrasax plays his brass saxophone Orpheusly and tames
the conflict within me.
A cobra hisses
from behind his back
a rattle scatters like the pills
scitter across a tiled floor from a last moments
peace – where you change your mind.
Abraxas blows his saxophone and a beaked
last hiss without lips caws in the skylight.
The pillars fall to his ouroboros shoes and Abraxas
now with cigarette in beak –
moans a melizmatic, perfectly poised, beautifully poetic –
cock-a-doodle-do
as the sun rises around us – in an unashamed world.
December 29, 2009