Hovering somewhere within the confines of my early memories, Your name haunted me, As if it waited on the edge of peripheral vision, Only noticed in movement. As if it is a memory before enough words are known to describe it, As if it is a dream at 4, Where you wake up, Then roll over and go back to sleep, And then at 7 remember that it was a disturbing dream, But you’re not sure why. His was a name that I knew, A music I was drawn to, A uncategorizable, mix blood oddity, Who’s temper was only matched by his gifts. A egotistical bass player, Who composed works that challenged every one who played them. Not easily defined, Was he more of the swing era-Duke Ellington, Lionel Hampton Or Be-bop-Charlie Parker? Was he white or black? Some mixed blood oddity? Who’s half white/half black father Lit out for LA from Arizona Only to hook up With a half Chinese/half Swede woman who died when he was young. Raised by a half black/half Indian woman, You wanted so much to fit in, But realized you nev...
Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending: Poet-Writer-Rhetor-Monologist- Photographer-Dudeist Priest