click “play” then read.
if i’d listened to my heart …
in the days when artistry crept, a humid dawn
over my wooded life that startled me awake
and i remember it was like falling from a dream
after a mosquito-infested night. i rose,
heard the bass in my head, and it sang,
loud, clarion, and
in God’s baritone, “You.”
my heart heard it, but i’d been taught
by empty love
to live in my head. i was good in my head
“brilliant,” the teachers whispered
“make him one of us.”
and so one of them, one of you, none of me
and so when my heart sang,
thume, pum, bum, bapadoo, thume, poom,
my frightened mind hid amid the rubble
of my grandmother’s utility room
i utilized the shit-stowed stench
to quench my heart’s yearnings
convinced myself—the good son—dad
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2 thoughts on “100 Days of Art – Day 3: The Sound of My Heart”
I’m not a jazz guy, but the bass jam rocks–and the photo blows my mind.
He works that bass for sure.
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