- Non-Erotic Poetry
- the horned fox plays his sax
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as people come and go,
the horned fox plays his sax
his ragged tail by his ragged black hat
filled with dollars or dimes
the horned fox plays his sax
morningtime
as children go by
on their way to school
rosy dimples
and sweaters of wool,
the horned fox plays his sax
afternoons,
while the men
are in the factory
dazed or absorbed in
the perpetual struggle
of gear against gear
and dollar against dollar,
the horned fox plays his sax
nightimes,
when the moon instructs
lovers in their vital lessons
and murky absinthe
runs down the storm drains,
the horned fox plays his sax
he plays the blues
he plays the blacks;
he plays the rainbow on his sax
it's what he knows:
the ale and the wail,
the stops and goes,
the one thing he always did right
- COMMENTS
greenmountaineerover 12 years agoI might have used the refrain a little less or varied one line of it, but the imagery and music are vivid.
