cosmic nob

[revolutionR]

the music is playing with the radio on
at the very least we hear the sounds
in the background playing to the noise
that keeps us from hearing ourselves
the music fills the current void
that we should listen to things in themselves
like water running through a mirror tube
shadows of silences firing up colors of night
when the whispered words float in space
keeping the fingers tapping on the surfaces
of things, like letters on a white board
I tap out the word jazz and jazz comes on
the next song that changed my mood
like mood in blue or melody in green
I can never turn the music off any more
then I can turn off the cosmic nob

[whoaisme]

i heard eternity in an alto sax
it said
don't be afraaaaaaaid!
it said
damn!
it said
bop keep bopping ever always!

i heard the universe spill out
of guitar strings
and i almost missed it
without this

[revolutionR]

----and by the way, Philip Lamantia is my favorite poet

thanx for the sax lesson.

[WIREMAN]

the indigo soothes the darkest blues as we ride that train to a love supreme....supreme, supreme....nice poem