tunefully pitched
mix with cold-souled
domineering mother
who favored the brother
who could do no wrong
take the sadness required in
the light melody,
something that has to be
set up & then gotten out of
the way of
mix with dead stick
religion, working mouth
politically shut, at the
cost of only your own past,
what is the reward except
subtraction of self?
take a balance of the small
angles of a line, no need to
oversell, time it, get rid
of it, sometimes with a little
growl, mix with arrangement by
mommie’s little soldier
of death and life,
outworker of work,
upon whom bestow
the recognition, as
noted, cutter of the
never-ending deals,
enabler of deniability,
who in his own way
added into the pisser and
glory of it all, did set
something up and got out
of the way.
take the clarity of light
through crystal upon
grains of Blakean sand,
sighing into eternity along
the show biz strand, teeth
slightly angled inward, tough
pro of lightness,
mix with the no-mindfulness
life and those worldly
competencies, slightly
beyond the deliberately
cruel home.
maybe the qualities of stunningness
in a middle range
was just not blended with
courage or freedom of
imagination, maybe there
was a deal with the devil
down on a safe corner.
take refinement of vibration,
mix with not standing for
anything on the side
except a tricky prez,
despite loyalties the man
got you with his remedies,
you might have been a warhol
factory girl except for
the talent part.
Author Bio:
Author resides West Coast, USA. He would like to thank the editors for considering his poem about one of his favorite voices, "HANGING WITH KC".