Praises From A Tenor Sax Poem by L. K. Thayer
Praises From A Tenor Sax
like salt
on a bloodsucker
recoiling, shriveling
paralyzed fits
of punishing
pawnshop
reuniting with the sell-out
the down and out
muck and mire choir
singing praises
of a tenor sax
and a song
you can't let go of
fill the loving cup
and drink it dry
try to stay away
but you can't fight
the pull of the taffy
you get stuck
in the sweetness
and you want to
die happy
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4/26/2024 2:04:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is the kind of poetry I am into. You write a lot like I do! Well, my newer stuff anyway. But Amazing write! Great job.