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The Three Blues

from Night Taxi by Jerry Gordon

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The Three Blues

From above the moat,
I saw three crows flash 
between barrier-water
and my eyes. The sun
illuminated their luscious blue
sheen. How many definitions
collapsed in my memory?
How many beauties start
as a sliver of doubt breaking 
the skin of this body 
I believe within?

by Jerry Gordon
11.18.2023

—————
The ornaments of 
exotic creatures
dangle so close
to the drumming receiver
of silences and songs,
of syllables tainted
with meaning’s cloy 
and the purity of noise. 
My ear turns towards 
the curious cries 
voiced by beasts, leaves 
and train doors — all 
these mutually urgent
messengers of death 
and other poetry. 

by Jerry Gordon
11.19.2023

—————
The fog believes in us
like an erasing flood,
drowning all the ghosts
and to the degree I am also
vapor I am also lost as its 
saturation. What of me is not 
reaches through this 
vaporous terror
to touch what of you is also 
not replaced by the delete. 
I find the soft knot of your wrist
and hold you holding me
together amidst the loss of us 
absorbed by moist tumult. 
Don’t move lest fog flows 
into our lungs. Don’t thrash, as 
each erases us. Thus let’s
settle to the firm floor to not
fight it — cling and vanish
from the panic of invision. 
Let’s survive on touch. 

by Jerry Gordon
11.20.2023

———————
A line of drifting smoke 
becomes me through 
these years hours minutes
moments of reversal
and self-curl. Float
and eruption from some 
ignited ember, from some 
source of what’s combustion.
All I know is tangle, swarms of 
deflected light flash this 
miraculous trash — memory. 
What isn’t to and from it? 
Each “beginning.” Each 
“completion.” I want to slice
the fog with the edge of my hand.
As though I could recognize
some new species of dragonfly
from the gap, some world
of freedom between the seam. 
Romantic me. 

by Jerry Gordon
11.22.2023

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from Night Taxi, released December 18, 2023
Jerry Gordon (contrabass, tenor sax, drums, voice/poems)

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