Disciple Poem by Evie Shockley
Disciple
My father: younger, handsome, downright square,
eyes like brown buttons fastening his face
over his soul, mouth not too straight to swear,
to say, man, sonny stitt's ass trashed the place,
hymning his saxophonist small-g god,
enlisted arms push-up strong, lips curled less
and less around cigarettes (in an odd
reversal of what the army did best:
march men to foul habits) and more around
his mouthpiece, in search of pure embouchure:
not square: hell-bent on welling a full sound
from his horn: a liquid literature
with biblical phrasing, an interlude
of stimulants unchemical to blood.
Indightfully and moving written with conviction. A beautiful creation......
Disciple- that handsome, youger and with other adjective! it's good to all if the disciple is inquisitive.- interesting poem, I enjoyed
younger, handsome, downright square, eyes like brown buttons fastening his face over his soul, mouth not too straight to swear, to say, man, sonny stitt's trashed the place, very nice poem thanku dear poetess. tony
A liquid literature! ! ! ! 🖋🤗 Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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-bent on welling a full sound from his horn: a liquid literature with biblical phrasing, an interlude of stimulants unchemical to blood. music, a liquid literature. thank u for this poem. tony