Christopher Barnes
The Jazz Queen’s Man’s Melanoma
You snarl hats-on melodies,
downpouring tight staves
for your Mr Subglottic Blister.
The grande passion
with athletic endurance.
You snarl hats-on melodies.
A tear of trembling suites.
Digit-hopping
for your Mr Subglottic Blister.
Themed with flurrying notes
tightening strings in his heart
you snarl hats-on melodies.
Nefarious depressions of ink
dribbled from a bamboo pen
for your Mr Subglottic Blister.
Swerving into ice-cold cadence
each glance across the piano.
You snarl hats-on melodies
for your Mr Subglottic Blister.