Thanks, Steve. I feel the cut of
each note in each of your words
the way I felt the cut of each note
each time I saw him. Printing this one
to help keep him alive.
.
Gerald S.
 
last words (for jackie mclean)
 
 
 drop down backward
squeeze the head that eats you
(i'm not that kind of girl - she whispers
              high)
 what bridge is that  -  stoodways
   how he held the saxophone (to his mouth)
        lightning /
                           falling  /
                                           & repeating
        registerd HIGH
                                    take one step
            beyond
                              right now
                                                   dr. jackle
          owl's eyes moisten
                         (as you)      let freedom ring
 for the aggregation
                                    rrrrrrrring    rrrrrrrring
          jackknifed   down(stood)      &    blood heard
 
                did yrs pass on the touring
                   one out destination to another
                      as ya tipped the scales
                              (blue)
      humble connection to the #'s
 
             scene:  the street
                                               circuits clown
                                               carries trickbag / wears dark velevet
                                               rehabilitated skeleton
                                               carries trickbag / wears dark velvet
 
                                               how within these figures
                                               what truly does make one survive?
 
                  how he hold the saxophone to his mouth
                      tongue-faced seasoned chops
                                    i'm not that kind
                                             of
                                          HIGH....
 
where does a dynasty begin? end?
how many masters are left? even in the future?
 
release the singer
& the singer's son
dynasty's also must fall
 
where is the singer
& the singer's son?
 
who is left now?
                                (he is so right here that he's invisible)
   
                feed the hand that bites you
                          bury the fickle monster in fresh soil
                                           & squeeze off another round
 
                  (it's like working on a plantation - he tells me)
 
 
steve dalachinsky  nyc    4/2/3/06     

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