her last clarinet
more people have laughed at jazz
than I have
#senryu
AN IDEA OF IMPROVISATION WITH SYNTAX AND SEMANTICS
“The piano ain’t got no wrong notes” Thelonious Monk
Had Noam only known
where a queen bee sometimes brooks
any lack within her blackness
even as she springs
towards something closer
to emerald, sea foam, or moss—
not just phonetically before nightfall
as a fiddling to fight
or perhaps most aptly
even to flamenco
any late flowers—
he might could’ve heard or seen how
“colorless green ideas sleep furiously”
between.
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