Luda’s Soliloquy — Miles Language I

If I could write a poem

with the language

of sound

strings, keys… lisps


Cylinders spheres cones… lines

Miles tripping

Turning turning in melody


Blowing brass trees

whispering through trim lips

white horses, white horses

Standing over Princes


Cries cries

Cry like a woman

whirling in

an eddy of tongue…


Words wedded together

Like brothers

Kidnapping daughters*


A mind fuck

A dark defining gaze…


Words you see in 4D

You smell reed

fingers tremble

skin riffs


Words with the sigh of a Diva

Mad Mad like

Zeus on a bad rape


When you look up from the page

You will not see me


Molesting you with crazed



Copyright 2004, 2015  E Maria Shelton Speller

Peter Paul Rubens’ The Rape of the Daughters of Leucippus

Inspired by Miles Davis’ embouchure



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