ISSUE: Summer 1980
my bell is Charlie Parker’s
hatband, so few of you who come
to touch me understand
my feelings,
only this black voice.
I am a temple and he comes
to speak thru me. i am the dream
lip because
i say what you are afraid of
facing, LIVING IS INTENSE.
hatband, so few of you who come
to touch me understand
my feelings,
only this black voice.
I am a temple and he comes
to speak thru me. i am the dream
lip because
i say what you are afraid of
facing, LIVING IS INTENSE.
i am bad from note to note
like god’s nostril, i connect
living to what lies ahead
by breath.
you want to know how to feel
in this world, the noise
bigger than the ear? listen,
i can’t tell you what to hear,
i have no message
for you. you must be—
bold enough to play.
