You Are a Saxophone, Solo

Three steps in and already
I like your shapeless hair,
And your stubborn belly,
Where your music comes from.

Your arms
Are like trunks, downy and
Your stubble sparks
Red lights.

I can't sit down.

You open your eyes too filled with
Bright water blue glass and
Your fingers are moving too fast and
Your lungs are breathing two, vast, and
You scream listen through
The articulate brass –

I can’t look away.

Tip your world
Upside down and
Your spit slips out
Of that pale golden horn,
Hammered with flowers
Before you were born.

I can’t stand up.

Your sisters smile,
You laugh silent and
Blow my brains out.
Your brothers smile and
My wide eyed traps
Wait for you to fall in.

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

I can see where your work flows like a true artist.. thanks for sharing this Very well penned... I'll read more..thanks

[Maya]

This was a good write! I especially loved the part:
"Your sisters smile,
You laugh silent and
Blow my brains out."

[Adam Chambers]

Your spit slips out... I like that alot
And the pattern of interjecting "I can't sit down," " I can't stand up," ...
Overall, a very good poem, enjoyed it!