Improvijazzation Nation - Issue # 40

Raucous

Clacking stairs climb
themselves to heaven
as i wrestle with myself
underneath the shadow of
Jacob and his angel
utterly raucous.

Undertow

Sometimes the sea
calls my name
and sometimes
I answer back with
names
and addresses
it bothers me a lot
and won't let me go
won't let me go


Bang

Once upon a
TIME
there was
or were
a sound
or thing
and I SUPPOSE
that started it off
Some say
But then others surmise
So, here's my idea
let's put all the raw materials
for my 1986 Cutlass Sierra
Oldsmobile
(Tannish gold paint and all)
and see how many explosions it takes
before something
is accidentally
Created

Philip Fairbanks,
75 Davis Street,
Smithville, TN
37166   kafkaguy@yahoo.com

"Like Rainbows On Tin Cans"

Lips invisible:  parting, closing
taking visible breaths.

Alert to possibilities:  singing, chanting,
living day by day.

Seeking donations:  dollars, quarters,
expressing with the right notes.

Colors turning blind:  blending, muting,
forming smiles like Rainbows on tin cans.


"E-Songs"

The Band is ready to practice the song
And the singer has passed out brand new copies --
Only to see red and black pens marking the pages,
and wishing sheet music could be handed out on floppies!



"Tide Rhythms"

Invisible lines -- we do not cross --
barriers of rocks
worn by water,
sun, sand, and seagull's cries ...
waves sliding, crashing
in their own peculiar rhythm: relentless
in their pursuit of consistency,
predictability, and conformity that
drives the waves back and forth
-- unending -- and unforgiving
... unchanging.

L.B. Sedlacek
POB 703 Lenoir NC  28645
Copyright L.B. Sedlack

THE FIRST BURST OF AIR