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Recital Notes

Volume II, The Digital Sessions


by


Michael Neal Morris





Copyright 2018 by Michael Neal Morris


Smashwords Edition

ISBN: 9780463394441


All work in this book is the sole creation of the author (including the cover), so all blame can be placed on him. However, I appreciate the input I have received from numerous family and friends during the years these poems were composed, and as I compiled the collection.


Thanks also to the wonderful musicians and teachers of musicians who began the work in me, and who continue to provide me so much joy.



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Contents

The Digital Sessions

Other books by Michael Neal Morris

About the Author

The Digital Sessions


saxophone curved flats

seen from space walking through earth

down and up the same

in the crusty dark of sloughs

dying titans steal the light





1.

like looking at the feet

one stumbles on dancing

lives on beautiful filtered

dreams

walking as if

with elbows and ankles


2.

bedroom lithe

hallway haughty

kitchen death


3.

all is heavy:

the pack

the cup

the half dead limb

the losing eye


4.

chopin on the run

satie eating pears

and i too sick for beer





A shake of the head like a nod

a gliding out of your world

into the fugue of funkiness.

You feel left out; you're not.

Come to school: educate your emotions.

This going away land is not

for you, for us. Be here. Be.

What sounds like at first like hollers

are folks listening in tongues.






I could skip

into a bath contentment

(fingers fronting lightening

as he scats through A-train

summer soprano sax time)

—- It's been a long day already


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