Can't tell where man
ends and horn
begins. All one big
curve, one slick
treble clef. Speaking
out through brass lips,
so loud you don't
just hear, you listen.
Heart and spine tuned
to B-flat as long
as this smoke-in-the-alley
tale goes on.
Merlin, Cagliostro:
what do they know?
This is the real spell,
doll. The kind that never--
not even when the wizard
is cold himself and
gone--no, never breaks. Thomas R. Keith lives in Austin, TX. His work is inspired by jazz, visual art, and film noir.
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