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 i start to read bob orr's poem parable -
first spending a few seconds in reverie
hearing bob's voice from readings we'd been at
10 or 15 years ago,
his shyness
his delicate chansons d'amour/
his hard cock

- & above the desk
the tape-player comes to life:
mingus bowing wildly,
fingers sweating,
double-bass fretboard

a visionary,
he's taking ellington's mood indigo
to the bedroom
(lovers stroke the skin
& hearts race)

mingus's size 12 foot
stamping time
on the faster tempii
—Brian Potiki  
   © 1997