Cover me with bell tones and blue notes
staccato rhythms that come from loud horns
break up the letters of the alphabet so I can braid it into my hair
sing me lullaby's in the middle of the day with 3-part harmony
and then write all about that jazz in your journal
Prepare a package of Flute Hums like oxygen
high low octaves from your hidden thoughts
throw in a pitch only the chosen will hear
ringing cipher circling round-round the heart
Deliver sharp beats of melody one octave at a time
make the key signature a sign of explicit simplicity
bending noise-accidentals I'll use to paint my nails
layering strings between Prince screams from that 45
and then play ghost notes to grace notes just to see if I'm listening
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
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