“Praises From A Tenor Sax” by L. K. Thayer

like salt on a bloodsucker

recoiling, shriveling

paralyzed fits of punishing

pawnshop

reuniting

with the sell-out

the down and out

muck and mire choir

singing

praises from a tenor sax

and a song

you can’t let go of…

fill the loving cup

and drink it dry

try to stay away

but you can’t fight

the pull

of the taffy

you get stuck in the

sweetness

and you wanna

die happy

L. K. Thayer

Photograph by Milos J. Kohout

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7 comments

  1. lkthayer · July 4, 2011

    Milos, thank you for this beautiful, soulful photo, Love Lisa :)

  2. Fred Whitlock · July 4, 2011

    Yes its a great place to be stuck – in the pull of this poem.

    • lkthayer · July 4, 2011

      Thank you dear Fred, one of my favorites, Lisa :)

  3. Milos J. Kohout · July 4, 2011

    Beautiful poem and great talent Lisa. Thank you and I’m happy. Milos :-)

    • lkthayer · July 4, 2011

      Thank you my dear Milos! kisses Lisa :)

  4. Roz Levine · July 4, 2011

    great hymn to this amazing instrument
    xoxo
    roz

    • lkthayer · July 4, 2011

      Thank you Roz, I miss you, see you in Jack’s class tomm! :)

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