All Comments on 'Bass Clarinet'

I love this verse;

~Crabshell Ashcan orchestra,

When the usual feral Cats,

Finding Fedora hats,

Humidor boxes and empty bindles of blow-~

I didn't get the red shingles part though..

but I liked the sound and rhythm of this whole thing.

Nice to see your name here,btw

liked the same verse...it rocked... and stirs the sleeping senses...thanks..*blue*

I'm not going to elaborate

on that, just tell you that

I very much enjoyed your poem.

Thanks.

~ J

make the best kindling and build hot fires in alleyways and on raw nights.

thats the befuddling reference Tath.:-)

thanks alot for all comment and critique. truly.

T.

make the best kindling and build the hottest fires in alleyways and canal banks, hidden places. Love seems to enter thru the eye and find a home in the heart, and fires cast such clear light for such transmission, like a crankshaft that turns the wheels which turn the crankshaft.

thats the muddled reference Tath.

Warm thanks for all comment and critique.

Truly.

T.

i fucked this comment thing all up.

where is the editor?

Gregarious Bomb and why does he need an editor?

This is my favorite part:

Embrace, lit by this fire-the mercy of the flame the focus of the eye-seeing each other.

over and over.

and the jazz part is very good, too. I didn't know about the red shingles. I thought it meant a roof. Woopsy.

Love entering through the eyes and finding a home in the heart sounds like Henry Miller. :)

xo

i read. i liked. and now i'm trying to find a poem of mine that mentions fedora hats. i know i have one somewhere and after reading this poem, i must find it. also, i'm going shopping in this poem for some poetry words. i'll take red shingles, bindles, and humidor.

We don't get to see you here enough.

*Stands and shouts "encore!"*

Tess

Just listen to those cats make their sound; every night it's music to my ears.

Just another in a long line of Cats both human and feline ~ making music.

This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.

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blows mournful tunes. TK U MLJ LV NV