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  • proper noun A taxonomic genus within the subfamily Ennominae — the magpie moths.
  • proper noun Alternative form of Abrasax (archon).


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    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


    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


    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 –


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

    December 29, 2009