November 2006
One Sax Stand
Without Sax
You don’t have
to be my lover to give me a hug.
Besides, my
lover doesn’t care.
I may be guilty
of unbridled sax.
Although my
mouthpiece and my neck strap
Should be
considered harness enough.
In quest of
water and healing I look for
Sax on the beach
from time to time.
A sandy read or
two, at the Slippery Bottom.
Group sax, even
under age sax,
starting at 14
and falling into deviant sax.
I actually
prefer sax with a bridal.
The sax will not
stand alone.
Blue with blue
wool you put yourself to my good use
Massage my brain
bumps, my Tom foolery and
Respond to a man
speaking for the first time
without a
saxophone in his hand
I am pulling the
wool, hear my
Improvisation
without a stopper in my mouth
No lock on my
lip, top sax on my own, stock in trade
Left home,
locked in the case for tonight.
It’s almost like
sax with a stranger
All the way live
with an instrument
Too sensitive to
stay quiet anymore,
My bruised ego
needs to explore
New rites, new
territory, without a sax.
