Wrong

Wrong

Wrong.

what a strange word, for what does it

mean? wrong as in the opposite - of - right?

Wrong. 

what a peculiar word. one syllable; it spits out of 

your lips, w-r-o-n-g.

Wrong. 

what a connotation. shivers down my spine and

red flushes across my face - even the sound of it

scares me to death.

Wrong. 

what a strange word, for what does it 

mean? for being wrong only leads to what is

right.

My sketch of Thelonious Monk

 I will be adding a 'sketch of the day' to my poems as often as I can. Stay tuned for more jazz inspired pieces!

My sketch of a jazz club

Explanations

Explanations

To explain is
to write a novel,
a symphony,
a rhapsody,
an epic

long, vast,
contrasting.

Crossing

Crossing

C

 r

  o

   s

    s

     i

      n

       g 

back and forth

back and forth and 

c

 r

  o

   s

    s

     i

      n

       g 

up 

and d

       o

       w

       n

d

o 

w

n 

and 

      up

and s                 g

        p             n

           i         i

             r     l

                a

around.

Change

Change

They told me

Change
is
good

that sometimes you have to
see new things meet new
people learn new subjects in
order to come back around

They told me

Do
not
fear

that sometimes you have to
lose old things let go of old
memories forget the past in
order to come back around

They told me

Change
is like
jazz

that each chord shapes the
melody and each emotion shapes
the line and each breath fills the
sound and each line creates an arc

And I told myself

to keep on soloing.

What time is it?

What time is it?

What time is it?

It's got to be four in the afternoon somewhere.
It's got to be raining somewhere.
It's got to be hot somewhere.

Someone's got to be thinking this somewhere.

Museum

Museum

It's been a long time since I've

seen the stars the clouds the dinosaurs since

I've noticed yarn and all its threads and admired

the beauty of history. 

If only

If only

If only a poem could do something
useful or needed
like cure cancer or solve starvation
then maybe it would be a noble feat.

If only a poem could do something
helpful or valuable
like change a country or mend lost relationships
then maybe it would be worth the strain.

If only a poem could just do something
that alters everything and
flips the world upside down
then maybe the grass would be a little greener.

If only a poem could do something.
If only I could use it for something.
If only lack of purpose brought depth of meaning.

If only real life could make me feel
ecstatic and purposeful
like a poem, a well crafted poem -
then maybe I would find purity in this life.