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“Last year I began to secretly think of myself as a songwriter rather than a poet. 'Green Rainbow Song' is a poem that feels obsessed with its resemblance to music. It begins with music as its topic (with a few borrowed lyrics and titles slipped in) but by the second half it seems to build into the thing itself. I think this was my attempt at writing a standard, a poem I would like to hear ‘covered’ by other poets.” 

—Cedar Sigo

Green Rainbow Song

Hung up on
my hearing
and deep in whose
playbook
one too many
nights and never
a black-out
Doing the best
I can, only a man
It hurts me too
Blues in the night
Verlaine Blues
sitting here thinking
a blues for Anne
(all nerves)
and mine
the most dirty
unhurried
afternoon jags
A freshly penned
lyric for sinking
to autumnal
atlantean shade
I wish us more luck
I wish my little
tiger lily sheltered
in a clear crystal
box (being carried)
Green pearl-handled
mallets edging
the annunciation
toward a new burn
The chamber of maiden
thought is metered
Big fields
villagers, stars
on the back-lot blues
it’s the smoke spot
I shade softest
a curve so tight
its really blind
the chamber gives
way to the word
in this case (mine)

Copyright @ 2014 by Cedar Sigo. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright @ 2014 by Cedar Sigo. Used with permission of the author.

Cedar Sigo

Cedar Sigo

Cedar Sigo is the author of Language Arts (Wave Books, 2014). 

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for Bill Berkson

Was it tonight’s
flirtatious
remark or his
exquisite song-book
on stage?
My outside life
has turned itself in,
any opening
up at all
is no small feat
when romancing
the edge
of an echo
Smoke in the
dream and rest

2
poem

Acid washed

Jeans, bitten down

Fingernails, I’ve been

Uptight all

This week wishing

Invisibility,

Scented tissue

I can tease

Into flowers, same

As ever My heart-

shaped collapsible

Locket is still

Missing & I miss

Wearing it open,

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Leave the long fall between us (peak after peak)
Here were my paints and there were my powders
And then I was drunk and we lost each other
My shadow tumbled after
Soaking cinnamon leaves in the lake of the moon
The roll of the damned drum calls me to duty
The dice in the light of the