pick up your trumpet,
your plastic pretend trumpet:
blow me your horn today
pick up your tambourine,
your fisher price my first tamborine:
jingle and jangle today.
plug in your keyboard,
your symphonic sound samba samsung:
pick out a tune today.
turn off your radio
shut away your stereo
put away your discman
and play me a tune today:
i rub the peg-paste and the chalk in.
scrape and the wolf-notes start to grrr.
i did a donkey s back with fixed frog
and i martellato the slur.
through an open wound you watch the guts go,
cut cross the cat line, thick and thin.
all overspun and resigned-up a slow stick trills me, trills me:
she varnished all around her f-holes;
blue tape take aim, but the arms are too low.
legato look and sawing detache:
but you want to bust your bow.
bow down and wipe off, snap the case closed.
madame professor says well done.
but an electric stroboscopic frequency meter d say otherwise.
i scratch harmonicas in half-position;
i pinch my e-string rat-a-tat;
i double stop on any open string;
screw my g on up to b-flat. |