“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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