1/
it's
that weird off-beat again.
catching me
just
as i
sink
into
a
nice,
steady,
4/4.
or...
the slow, foxy grumble
easing out past the piano
to tweak
my
unsuspecting ear.
2/
it is whispered (not sung) that
the logic of a
dull man's dance
is born of his decision to dance
that
he
who
has not felt
the dizzy whirl
of
release
has not
been
whirled.
3/
but ooooooooo the
sudden
turns
of
that love supreme
shuck off
the tippity-tap
the bing-bang-boom
the hand hand fingersthumb
somehow, both gone and returned
Thursday, May 3, 2007
a love supreme (thanks to Coltrane)
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oh man, i love bringing in vague childhood rhyme memory to anything!!
'hand hand fingersthumb' - brilliant! suddenly i was five again.
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