swinging super cats make the maul

hypin’ sweet melody man lurids

tenth floor walkup flat bathroom

tenement face in the mirror

saxaphone bass clarinet drums

nothing means anything but the music

life a rolling painting behind

the lead and catching the changes

bopping killer hard screaming trumpet

sucks everything down in preparation

for the sounds of andy

topper andy takes the light and

blows his epauline to the end

of the world and back

wailifying the unsayable

sending his history out of himself

he died poor and addicted

dirty and downed

unknown and unloved

but now he’s heard in every

lowdown swamp soup kitchen

in the universe


The Topper

some call him only

The Brick

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