Thursday, November 21, 2019



All this sound locked in my head,
A bottled-up devotion,
Right brain in chains,
A slave to the wallet,
Living in a capitalist dream.

My sax hasn't been out of the case,
Must be five years now,
I still remember the tast of a new fresh reed,
All starch and music,
Thank the universe for poetry,
My only right-brain escape from locked- in syndrome.

Left logic is always out on the town,
But the right side barely gets words.


By : Daniel A. Stafford
 © 11/20/2019