Meaning tonig Meaning tonight
you sit at your desk
and seek either
an angel or lion
to help probe
the last oh
of this emotion
John’s gospel
splays open.
Meaning I notice
how inky-haired
& lightheaded,
you begin to trace
circles at your center
pondering if
in a reunion
of broken things
a portrait of the Beloved
could be Euler’s Identity?
Meaning I savor how
since the tint
can serve at least half the sound
and apostasy can loiter
on the tongue as a lozenge,
both you and John—cartographers
on a moving train—
seek to phrase
a supreme fiction
—versus gothic of god—
to move past mere ode or elegy.
Meaning we admire
how at the wheel
of the warship of worship
you whirl as the square root
of minus one extending
chords which turn
to maroon in the bluest
mountains of duende.
Meaning I see
how certain starred charts
—once incomplete—
soon become guide
in a bitter suite
as incensed ropes of smoke
muscle music from hunger
also heard as hunter
—how want
must pay to probe
the pouty mouth
of imagination
or query the angel
and lion of Evangelion.
Meaning I feel
why the same L
which links them—
archaic name
for god or
vernacular for loss—
may seek a certain
etymology in your world.
Meaning what if
the “good news”
does conclude
the Beloved looks
like A-pophenia?
I don’t know
if sufis such as you
or Shams & Rumi
learn all twelve ways
to kneel and kiss the ground,
but surely the second O
of such chromatic emotions
becomes ensō
in modulation,
Meaning I wish
to learn how
to be drawn
into a circle of fifths
or to Picasso keys
into a piano’s grand motif.
Does it re-choir
any Acknowledgement
of “our father”?
Meaning could now
become a relative minor
to absolve any Resolution
from a full-hipped logic
to Bearden the burden
of our double basis
as battered sticks shatter
and every Zildjan
becomes a shivering
symbol brushed by
the breadth of what
you recite
through your horn
as Psalm.
Meaning I love how
since a talent
may also be a weight,
your gift gives pause—
then purples
in turbulent Pursuance
of relief,
how wind from a box
spills bottled spirits
—e pluribus unum—
as if God is an American
Sonnet massaged
into Wanda’s hands.
Meaning you’re not
Matthew or Mark
but instead channel
Trane’s enchanted
—or merely chanted—
four syllables and carry
Miss Brooks’ theory
of the lyric between lines
which tonight—
as the angel and lion
conflate and conflict
—you aim to twist
towards wholly writ.
ht
you sit at your desk
and seek either
an angel or lion
to help probe Meaning tonight
you sit at your desk
and seek either
an angel or lion
to help probe
the last oh
of this emotion
John’s gospel
splays open.
Meaning I notice
how inky-haired
& lightheaded,
you begin to trace
circles at your center
pondering if
in a reunion
of broken things
a portrait of the Beloved
could be Euler’s Identity?
Meaning I savor how
since the tint
can serve at least half the sound
and apostasy can loiter
on the tongue as a lozenge,
both you and John—cartographers
on a moving train—
seek to phrase
a supreme fiction
—versus gothic of god—
to move past mere ode or elegy.
Meaning we admire
how at the wheel
of the warship of worship
you whirl as the square root
of minus one extending
chords which turn
to maroon in the bluest
mountains of duende.
Meaning I see
how certain starred charts
—once incomplete—
soon become guide
in a bitter suite
as incensed ropes of smoke
muscle music from hunger
also heard as hunter
—how want
must pay to probe
the pouty mouth
of imagination
or query the angel
and lion of Evangelion.
Meaning I feel
why the same L
which links them—
archaic name
for god or
vernacular for loss—
may seek a certain
etymology in your world.
Meaning what if
the “good news”
does conclude
the Beloved looks
like A-pophenia?
I don’t know
if sufis such as you
or Shams & Rumi
learn all twelve ways
to kneel and kiss the ground,
but surely the second O
of such chromatic emotions
becomes ensō
in modulation,
Meaning I wish
to learn how
to be drawn
into a circle of fifths
or to Picasso keys
into a piano’s grand motif.
Does it re-choir
any Acknowledgement
of “our father”?
Meaning could now
become a relative minor
to absolve any Resolution
from a full-hipped logic
to Bearden the burden
of our double basis
as battered sticks shatter
and every Zildjan
becomes a shivering
symbol brushed by
the breadth of what
you recite
through your horn
as Psalm.
Meaning I love how
since a talent
may also be a weight,
your gift gives pause—
then purples
in turbulent Pursuance
of relief,
how wind from a box
spills bottled spirits
—e pluribus unum—
as if God is an American
Sonnet massaged
into Wanda’s hands.
Meaning you’re not
Matthew or Mark
but instead channel
Trane’s enchanted
—or merely chanted—
four syllables and carry
Miss Brooks’ theory
of the lyric between lines
which tonight—
as the angel and lion
conflate and conflict
—you aim to twist
towards wholl
the last oh
of this emotion
John’s gospel
splays open.
Meaning I notice
how inky-haired
& lightheaded,
you begin to trace
circles at your center
pondering if
in a reunion
of broken things
a portrait of the Beloved
could be Euler’s Identity?
Meaning I savor how
since the tint
can serve at least half the sound
and apostasy can loiter
on the tongue as a lozenge,
both you and John—cartographers
on a moving train—
seek to phrase
a supreme fiction
—versus gothic of god—
to move past mere ode or elegy.
Meaning we admire
how at the wheel
of the warship of worship
you whirl as the square root
of minus one extending
chords which turn
to maroon in the bluest
mountains of duende.
Meaning I see
how certain starred charts
—once incomplete—
soon become guide
in a bitter suite
as incensed ropes of smoke
muscle music from hunger
also heard as hunter
—how want
must pay to probe
the pouty mouth
of imagination
or query the angel
and lion of Evangelion.
Meaning I feel
why the same L
which links them—
archaic name
for god or
vernacular for loss—
may seek a certain
etymology in your world.
Meaning what if
the “good news”
does conclude
the Beloved looks
like A-pophenia?
I don’t know
if sufis such as you
or Shams & Rumi
learn all twelve ways
to kneel and kiss the ground,
but surely the second O
of such chromatic emotions
becomes ensō
in modulation,
Meaning I wish
to learn how
to be drawn
into a circle of fifths
or to Picasso keys
into a piano’s grand motif.
Does it re-choir
any Acknowledgement
of “our father”?
Meaning could now
become a relative minor
to absolve any Resolution
from a full-hipped logic
to Bearden the burden
of our double basis
as battered sticks shatter
and every Zildjan
becomes a shivering
symbol brushed by
the breadth of what
you recite
through your horn
as Psalm.
Meaning I love how
since a talent
may also be a weight,
your gift gives pause—
then purples
in turbulent Pursuance
of relief,
how wind from a box
spills bottled spirits
—e pluribus unum—
as if God is an American
Sonnet massaged
into Wanda’s hands.
Meaning you’re not
Matthew or Mark
but instead channel
Trane’s enchanted
—or merely chanted—
four syllables and carry
Miss Brooks’ theory
of the lyric between lines
which tonight—
as the angel and lion
conflate and conflict
—you aim to twist
towards wholly writ.
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