VOCALFINAL

teaching into knowing mean it to what mom said jazz included—

mom, jazz— what is it?

Elwood— it’s a knowing to watch in the silence the shattering passion of articulating
rhythm, through FEELING, IMAGINATION, CREATIVE SPONTANEOUSNESS,
IMPROVISATION; let me engrain . . .

mom’s record player stood embraced by ornamental album covers,
its twirl began
as mom’s hand
held the player’s
writing arm and
softly laid it
onto the vinyl
curriculum
my listening would
steep, . . .

awaiting

VI – the eye-ear connectivity of learn

my walking is behind me
a physiology of rhythm a
philosophy of movement, well-learned;

mom is around though-not in bags of excess

that now hours and their long arms
teach and keep our meetings brief and stretched
between each interval;

work, she’s been at the behind the scenes of raising this youngster, am-I

and my age is an etch of revolving evolution
as my learning curved into a necessary upbringing of self and
recalling echoes of truth and winged
anticipation:

 don’t open the door when I’m out, regardless of the language associated with
the other side

 don’t answer the phone unless you recognize my calling-code
 eat, well (desert is fine, upon the finishing of your primary sustenance)
 brush your teeth long enough to hum Duke’s solo on “in a sentimental mood”
 TV is fine, and I’ve left the Miles and Monk documentaries into a treasure for

your wandering to find
 11:00 p.m. – lights toward down
 pray, pivot, pray again

o into the echoing fathom of wanting what you need to occur

mornings always
bouquet of mom’s
waiting for my roam and early hunger

each of her multilingual hands
communicated a love and undivided
devotion to the small

living

of her

and my cycling daily
arriving within wake to her

always carried into the hours

when my silence was straight-lined
and my falling toward rest
was a signature of each hour’s
watching in guile

VII – when rain created angled rhythms and my language formed into a beyond-
theory of acclimated movement

these years’ obligations have raised me with
hands that’ve held trumpets

vibrated the elongated missions of a standing bass

ran atop keys and their black/white designation—

and mom, too

yes, mom has held me high, ranges of hope and the hope of musical, mutating

advantages,— (and now, but now, as she has become a wind
of a yesterday’s prior bouquet, I’ve chosen a not-to desire to
focal-point designation on this M A J O R dissection of my
heart’s most valued state, for she would use the hardest
portion of her voice to scold and demand an alternative
variation to hold the needing hand of my own terrible voice,
shaping and the re-/positioning of acclimation to, when if
not fully able, understand fractions are provable brands of
wholeness that, upon opening multilingual scents know
subsequent each will land into what needed that aromatic
heal most: my memories

her constant singing yes, the ringing contains syllabic devotion to an
exterior teaching,

redesigning my thinking and autonomy of interpreting sound

sound and again in many fragrant plurals
wrapping fingering fathoms
near / then – around each

vocal opportunity within a delegated

penetration of my listening quite well

appearance’s truest connections upon

mom’s distance never surrendered her voice-voice

embraces

arm then arm plural
usually engaged in/with assistance of my rising into sound
as vine onto silence of a wall’s deliberate

helping

soon will and

be a device of climbing into bones

sturdy – structure
compatibility

the readiness invites altering to the physicality of what awaits and

will document across all watching synonyms . . .

VIII – and with HERE as the directive of my becoming, it began already knowing my
hands are upcoming into/through/manifestations of/or greatness: revelations upon
knowing mom’s momentary fade is, permanent

<TRIGGERS>
these whistles

these trains on pointed missions

these devotional momentums of
articulating syllables

these _________ feel honor and
sweat-answering quotations, hierarchy
pushing register evocation

my hands cannot contain emblems of
halt or necessary role of rest’s elongated silence

I or plural of my oscillating I

rotates and positions self front-center daily

readying these

tonal aggregations of 10-tools flaming

and watching as imagination creates creative rhythms

my eyes can close well and full into opaque windows rusted
into closure’s permanent aggregations—

and beginning into fulcrums of deliberate I am already here

radial permanence . . .

as waiting my wander-well technology of eyed

veracity
spin-dabble thinks

of when/amid

mom’s guidance ended in my now rotation, version but which version

presented HERE or in a moment an inverted EREH
exemplum divides then sends my hands into a space of aspectual diligence, a deciding
architecture of fade-in/out in need of what larger letters spell into
discourse of my intuitive desire to grow flowers from the palms of these holding

affirmations

IX - __________

sometimes, shards—

I’m I am aim missing the lavender breath at each of mornings’
articulation of morning’s insistent arrival

I’m I am and
afraid

and
I think about what now will be in 30 rotations from

when my memory forgets to conjure penultimate silences

needing the last to coax interior spirit canvas of mobile stillness
and the irony of inverting anxiety into

the fulcrum of a tool’s language to inspire

fields of ongoing fruit favorite s /

can this/these/that

be what the poem of this music thrusts

in the affirmation of my-now alones occupation?

I want to carve through this window

between
tinges

a shape or perhaps
plural of purpling shape (not, the violence of bruise or curling shine of eggplant under
specific-selling light)

the/those resembling a walking wave

burgeoning a softened crash-conversational abstract with
sand
sending

what evaporates after minutes of words forming enough
prose to engage with narrative’s dominating sculptures—

and when I can sleep (whenwhen the chant cheers toward me)

the most-of and
my good-side eye

draws into espials

all the seconds my ___________ reclaims

sometimes reshaped
between what is terminal

and already awakened

X – what excavates paralleling my existence toward what becomes and what had
mathematical inclusion toward what will encounter my understanding

warming, I am
etching various
paradigms into
portending
affirmations,

each against what
nominated prior
holdings a
desirous traveling

speech envelopes
all languages my
tongue and feelings
infer as truth
or/unless an inch

really moves into
eventual miles
I

afford pretending
as language, as
what swirls and
identifies constant
traffic of my personal
freedoms, focal flying as
my hands incorporate
rhythms

encouraging populated tonal images

—of
decorative desires and

withdrawn witnesses

italicizing returning as to call itself witness

and my current trained eyes calibrate well following

woven weather advancing resemblance far from recognizing

but building into built tenses of eventual optimism

AND, when the crowd in my halved mind contains interaction does
not describe what has healed amid the knuckle-rise bump
of the scar’s rose (mom’s fondest _________) exterior, but how my
syllables conjure detected movements from those/that/we around
me, silent or sustained artistry, flailing in the multilayered fathoms of
the ballerina’s sculpted leaping burgeons, leading what unknowingly
lent me pluralities of spectral activities, visible as what winged
clapping draws in abstract alphabetic elegies, for this life of the
nearing end, always nearing end, unknown—flowering hands—
protecting/picking through/of what needs and tears from the birth of
solace whose momentum fits into each sedentary moment of
intuitive inclusion, finding those lauded needs and names



2015

from sparse anatomies of single antecedents

apparition
proximity this voice
wears a past a position a pageantry

of hands wearing bodies with breath
of their past recollections

as focus of ongoing secrets

hollow though

full with momentums, momentary

elaborate

owl
binge, protect, oscillate [these] eyes
are flames are fundamental explanations—
interviewing prey their voices are whispering
crawls of a timeline’s interrelated eventual
disappearance

echo
each recycling of ornate
sound symbols

a gradation toward relaxed
hollow premises, a hiding
of puzzle piece fixation
never resembles its
origin
of one size intention, the
tail of mention
falls into devoted eventual
architectural silence

—for Robert Glasper
piano
fluctuation, space anatomy
geometric purpose the math of all facial
compliances: joy
--the rhythm of pulsing numbers, a purchasing
of numb architectural fascination (each numbness splays into staying elation)
and among what music
instills
in:to:ward
pivoting nuances, music into music
more so tribute to the body
than wrapping wind's winding
wrists

around
the ear's diligent and faithful
participation

dragonfly
tributary ascension

architectural revelation roam/appear
translucent/diagram

re: |appear-layered lapse

gradated pyramid

climb and abrupt alphabet spelling

dissipation

claw clasp swing perform

jewel

halo

hallucinatory

reactive penetration of shape cyclic

stone underneath
burgeon contours upon the

miracles dance within the cold soil/dirt/concrete/misused hands

holding these circular aggregates awaiting subsequent use of weight

or want or needed symbol of a collector’s intuitive display philosophy of

finding what breathes in the death of the open eyes’ misguided fixations

from a wearing of light
Articulation this darkness
this land of modified mirrors
this flavor of generative oscillations
this implication of manic magnetic opening
this section of obligatory splays

then, when seeing
alters toward how the
eye invests stigmatic
adrenaline, an unfastening
occurs, hour-moved ambulatory
investment, a becoming of transferred
weight, a diligence of antonymic
exposure to the body’s evidence of
need

Is

the word is
relevant

each spoken version, curtailed interpretation
a

diligent act in proclaiming the tongue’s
knowing is a predetermined

centering on

not knowing

beyond the peripheral
verdict

language exhumes

from forgotten timelines hallways paths

needing friction of movement’s
oscillating forays

of
examining knowledge’s ingratiatory culture

Of
song: :of relational intuition
, trumpet pageantry: an unfold of green into an exalted coeval freedom
, piano circumstance: leveling of myriad compositions—radial blessings
, drums incorporation: blurring splash absorption personal reawakening
song: :of sustained echoing mathematics

Allegorical renaming

fragmented speckles, fractioned segments
of a rearranged wholeness—

necklace lies
inward

alphabetic broken syllable, a possible attempt at S

atop corridors of finger width dirt
sifted by gifted hands of wind’s aggregations
needing color

to disperse of formatted melodies’ monochromatic
sequences

of mixed and
mistaken bodies that lived in an alternate affirmation—

whose neck once warmed the silvery
chain, the now-patina of rust’s hieroglyphic
depiction of cold
skeletal bareness? an answer
rises from a certain
screen of smoke and
knowledgeable body

—intuitive hands
from the eyes’ informal
gregariousness

draws and depends
on the imagination’s
full size rhythm toward
escaping popular themes
of what can be found
needs to be named to
the origin of the hands
that shaped its presence

Chant, this vacillating figuration

voices incorporate internal rhythms, splayed
meanings meet

multiplying within fractioned

syllables and meandering of external abnormalities: each

hearer is a demonstrative
location of physical doing

the verb of installing movement into the spatial configurations
of a moment’s dialogue with soliciting pathos

positioning

portending

a stylized hope lands
each repetitious locution

into the hand of holding
warmth, of learning and
recognizing need is a
corporeal response to
a hankering explanation

Daydreaming among the professor’s vigilant sameness
the thought becomes an altered freedom
a broken wing …mended
decorous accolade outward from the interior context of joyful jejuneness
of popular thought and cultural inspection to ensure everyone
carries the same / or ritual rendition of a monochromatic mirror
—spacing steps to land atop others’—
increasing further need to develop
alternating flails, the body should bend to adapt
and inflect upon clarity that was never known
in the contextual paradigm of ingurgitating syllables’
saddened dilemma of meaningless trajectory

Toward the listener

My oscillating voice. An inward
biology—an exterior substance,
a bright focus, a forgiving temptation,
an optimism of dual organizations.

I must express synchronized dexterities.
Something—of as the piano’s solitary
species, something digs into a desirous
emblem of multiple moments’ critique
of silence’s sloping body.

Somewhere, near where animated songs
(rotating syllables)

incorporates air’s singing and
modernity of aerial gardens, a
bridge is becoming for those
who are absent among the scent
and inward sounds of song and
interpretation.

Alley talk

Debris, discarded found I
inspected each skeleton

interpreted the dualities of
body and the shadows

mimicking summer during
darkness’ heavy breath

painting dialogue between
missing wind and the

corporeal function of finding
water in the crevices of irony’s

invaluable demonstration. Trash
can be photographed. Subsequent

soliloquies of these images contain
paused reflectional data;

dialogue later again with
the eye and voice of visual

participation, streaking
memories of these objects

discouraged from existential
malleability, composed diagrams

drawing death in uneven
structural phantoms, engaging

born and the finality of the hand’s
angular heave.

Back forward paralleling

Far away, flicker. Perhaps my sister (deceased)
would’ve preferred flame or permissive extravagance.
What is known in the current now of interpreting fear,
a diligence crawls atop a piano’s absent otherness.
My sister would’ve engaged with music as I do with
the fulcrum of nuances’ daily adaptive teachings.
Or, in the mirror of needing hydration, confirming
semiotic accentuations, confirming my aloneness
was never aspectual toward belief in finding embraceable
walls—comforting.

Nuanced aggregations

The way a voice simmers then
unfolds. What it wears it breeds.
This is the mothering talk gifting
sound against watching walls
of the child’s stare, an adoration
of proprietary open hands. I can
recall an echo whose dust never
became a believer in its rotating
presence. This is the child whose
growth caught captive in the vase fooling
cultures into believing beauty resides
within the grasping hold of
decorating’s ideological fathoms. And
although glass is tolerant, the sadness
of what must pause becomes an
eventual death of physiological affirmation;
and thus scent, purpose and dialogue
dissipate into a memory of wholeness
that fools each moment of diligent
mirage.

Subsequent to what was erased

glass altered gravity gregarious
from which ground births

spectacular smash
symphony prediction wave
wave

the subsequent song

dilapidates

quiet

using contoured

calligraphic emblems

to delve

and divide

disturb and

create analytical diversions

Confirming clarity is a handwritten endeavor

every ornate occupation
thus each isolated function and

version of a moment’s honoring of movement

a therapy of poignant

resuscitation a privilege of donor secrecy

a hand involves contoured abstractions

enjoys rise and the autumn of its movement
toward an escalated need to interpret shape

symmetry

mobility of serrated articulation

from Oscillating Echoes

42

is meaning
a

subjective

answer to

align

preference

with position

in how the brain’s
functional hands

shape or submit

succumb or survey

an environment’s
articulation of answerless

pathways

43

I held a lyric of wind’s piano
in the good hand of my promise
to observe and engage
with water’s lack of
dimensional shadow

a design of gradation, gray
a dangling of notion

a listening pivot
toward body’s softened
redemption of musical
collaboration

44

facsimiles of an isolated tree
arrive in an oscillating version
of an elder echo, awakened
though modular in sustained
quietude, a grayer green
stands amid the autumn
annual decision to obtain
circular syllables, drawing
prosaic movement toward
winter's system of the tree's
chilling language

45
where is the melody
of the mother's
initial whisper? a
favorite configuration
hand
carries a memory
of awakening near softened song
a serenade of
private affection,
pivoting, always toward
where warmth folds its
preferential song, always

56
each child waiting
becomes
subsequent to the pause an
embraceable determination of
architectural bridge, a
movement of waiting song
for warmth and sedentary
devotion, the parent
as ideology, an etching of
innate need (and need to meet
unalterable need)
crosses into emotion and eyes,
hands among hands these
intertwining configurations cannot
dissipate, whole

61

within dark
a maze reworks
distance to draw
a foreign light

entering the diligence
of hour’s informal confirmation

62

each opportunity
to find death
in the hand of an open moment’s
silent language of introspection, a greeting,
a lyric of depositing memory

must organize stagnancy of devoted
living, hiding, a buoyancy
which undulates in the colors
of an hour’s kaleidoscopic
blur

64

let the dancing approbate
and build in inclusion with the watchers

a child when twirling is a paused dragonfly
learning moves of an alphabet's intuitive

spelling of natural endeavor

67

some other time, once, I hung
my favorite hat near the window’s good inception

the angular language
of its shadow wore a beige

where the feather forms the
fedora’s blatant character

into a moment’s ongoing rhythm,
my stare became elation,

—not, for the object or identified
favoritism

for the ulterior emblem
gauged through the gray
of the jejune shadow, an aliveness

an alternative symbol of an instant’s
unusual encounter

69

so far life or

life so far has incorporated improvised alphabets

STRUCTURAL

diagrams

letter-shaped happenstance engraving systems of sound into delegated
facial features featuring altered

sections of a life's immediate later identified meaning

71 elation

indicative of sound
this

piano such
retroactive summation of subsequent

2016

Of this Momentum Song (four)

We drum (must) now,
we drum morning, we

morning to arise
and

ache when High Beam
misses our eyes. We

arise
when need is
embraceable prayer,
prayer as promise as
fulfilled
affirmation—
soprano

light in distance’s
reflectional kaleido
-scopic ballet, twirl
-wind Van Gogh
invitation, visual

gauge
“hear the song”
appositional praises

we’re
attempting miracles, here.
Hear what burns us. We
avoid us when one is followed
(we can duo later—
remember: meet at the spot
X’d

by the mourning
of drums and modal
configurations)

follow
-back when brave
but don’t elope

unless
momentum advances bone
and density of concentrated
strength. We can miracle
here,
hear what never burned us,

we never run unless drums
evoke promise from prayer
and a splay from stillness
on

the mornings High Beam’s

a miracle of praise for aim
inventing was

affirmation

Of this Momentum Song (five)

Today we, us, our
meeting

is light. Rested. Well rest
-less now though

let’s
move into what hears
what isn’t said, a portending
of drums joining trumpet

how
connection is more than body
-body touch, touch more than
joining to react, speak from lip-lip touch
about

all noises fencing
our meeting… this
impelling is config
-urative and needed

is
how the mouth
removes fragments
and fragilities, what

inserts
voice and unraveled
levels of trumpet’s
lower registry

low
-er element causing bodies’
touch-touch reinforcement,
—we whisper a spoken
soft

wonder from mouth as
more than warmth, more

calligraphy than print, from
touch

we ember-breathe
a warmth and
attitude of alone
-ness, and my

greeting
toward soft extracts—
my following you

includes
together and not,
visual and blurred we
only

resume to
enthrall toward
tomorrow’s

strumming
in

elegant

steps and uncaged
symmetry

Of this Momentum Song (six)

This burning,
more than scent, a beatified
silence evoking spring

we
see signs and chromatic silhouettes,
partitions and demographics

unwind-

ing ahead: this is an hour
of when|what we do not
know shows us… shows
more

everything then nothing
more than names

of trees swaying joy
we
drum and now, the piano
blend of conjuring
what has become here
hearing

rest at evening’s bend
we decided to drop
what held us,

what

spoke into contours

the moth-in-spirit
travelled and bred
motifs

welcoming our travels.
Our feet, layered,

italicizing what
/how
the body does do a million
disparate
fascina

-tions, epical songs crossing bridges
of

us, and the piano sang our selfish bones, they bend
again until upon dropping what

we held

decided to settle here
to sustain what held

us
(habit) dropping what has been and
but never wholly a holy

existence

Of this Momentum Song (seven)

Assemble, we must now
see/

watch crows’
angular welcome

they

extend us following
our dead, not dis
-carded. Above, see/

watch
alarm of halos

swirl

-hanging if by
handheld

if
by placed
to involve

arch
-ing growth, spectral
rhythms bass places
inward steps of ensuing
meeting…

we are told
as if young to
pause, advent
to protect from

what
listens with malice.

Now, we hear what
messengers from
tongue and older

speaking,
we see from parental
perspective high hopes

in
how home settles us. We
-‘re rhythm now, volume
baritone summary
wishing

bygone abstracts
into mouth
and longtime throat
from our speaking—