Utterance (desire)     by Cheryll (poem) & Janet (art) Snell

 

In a puddle of light,


the drummer soft-strokes the skins


like a cheek. Delinquent notes jitter


above the piano and the singer bends


them against a grid of accidentals,


slip-sliding scales. A glissando of notes


slides to the floor.



A man looks up--


there is always someone to burn a hole


in the night. He eyes the singerís wet throat,


that flute of foregone conclusions.


There is always someone.



Possibilities slither across the silver smoke


and before the sax can blow


the bad news out of all proportion,


a pin drops through it and the room stills,


suddenly straddled by desire.