Treasure Island

Lee Mack

(Shelbyville Kentucky)

Instrumental Improvisation 02 22 2012


Improvisation 03 25 2011
02 22 2012


Instrumental:


I hear social music in the temple swinging
Hear the art in instrumental midnight singing
Social poems paraphrasing old folks' sayings
Encouraged by instrumental poems to reminisce
Young folks existentially experimenting with
Octave rap atop timpani five smooth jazz -surely

Jesters rise inside to hollow acoustic perches
Descending from the balcony stairways from
Stars by spiral handrails -by burdening bulbs
That bloom to fall -leaves die to bare the
Steadfast limbs that present the book of hymns
The crack of shell split from the husk and nut

Hardening voice pitched soprano wise
'Damn Trane you play all the notes'
In vanes in lipid winds in horns that blow
Instrumentally in poems modulating scales
Listening for soul -invisible trees bare like
Strings -webs that hang the sky -strum them all

With poet eye -pin them on beauty struck
Sweetest melodies pray the poem has luck in
Silence bet to say -rests on every note then
Play -good loving experienced and knowledge
Combine on the stairway to instrumental poems
Existentially harmonized heavens made sublime.





Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. No permission granted.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 22, 2013


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