If I could write language

that speaks and points….

At trumpets

when the moon is tone

and the sun is sfumato

See… the chiaroscuro Supreme

[dream in hue]

magenta, chrome, cherry-white

[mixed with blue fugue]

Put-the-night to sleep!

See Sisyphus scorn

at amber headlights

in Paris dew

Skin seeking skin

and birds seeking

[the flutter of feathers]

ink… that runs like blood

on paper… that does not bleed

Contrapposto poets

succumbing to peaches

Dogs… suspended

like meat in Seoul

[In the dawn]

She comes home

the moon is a beat

the sun is trill…

Dada responds

to Surrealism

Hip Hop responds

to R&B

[The trumpet responds]

to me

bebop bebop bebop bebop blam!

Fa Falala…

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Inspired by Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew and Zurich Dadaist Hugo Ball who according to Arnason’s thesis on Ball’s conventional language “had no more place in poetry than the outworn human image in painting, Ball produced a chant of more or less melodic syllables without meaning:  ‘zimzim urallala zimzim zanzibar zimlalla zam.’ “