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• moreorless commented on the word apposite

  I love this word.

  December 29, 2009

• moreorless commented on the word Abraxas

  How to utilize the many spellings of Abraxas...

  Abraxas staves his mood he

  plays his saxophone in a tame and scaley

  Coltrane refrain.

  He parallaxes this duality with a note –

  "From, where I have been to –

  where I may go."

  From here on!

  Abrasax plays his saxophone

  relaxes his throats to coax

  notes out in a slow tone

  melodious melodrama to make

  synthesis

  Abraxas expounds upon a brass saxophone with notes

  hung stark. The air of negative sky space of

  white sky

  black stars

  slated moon.

  Abraxas plays a brass saxophone and moans

  an abracadabra abacas

  He counts

  his toes tally the tacks

  across rods

  Abraxas smacks his

  beak together and blows

  deeper, Gillespien style,

  while all the feathers

  flutter from his head

  to quill the dirt with

  incantations

  The feathers dance like

  hovering gnats

  pirouetting like an autumn ballerina of leaves

  twisting a child tornado on the sidewalk,

  "IO IO IO IAO SABAO KURIE!" Reads the dust

  and justly a brass saxophone blows deeper than a reflection

  of facing mirrors.

  Abracas abracadabracally constructs a melody

  that human ears are not made to hear.

  Like Goethe's architectural music Abraxas

  apexically dances a slithering moon walk and

  moors the planets to earth.

  Venus and mars tethered to the pantheon

  Earth – no longer orbiting between love and war.

  Abrasax plays his brass saxophone Orpheusly and tames

  the conflict within me.

  A cobra hisses

  from behind his back

  a rattle scatters like the pills

  scitter across a tiled floor from a last moments

  peace – where you change your mind.

  Abraxas blows his saxophone and a beaked

  last hiss without lips caws in the skylight.

  The pillars fall to his ouroboros shoes and Abraxas

  now with cigarette in beak –

  moans a melizmatic, perfectly poised, beautifully poetic –

  cock-a-doodle-do

  as the sun rises around us – in an unashamed world.

  December 29, 2009