The SaxophoneThe SaxophoneThe Saxophone10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pick up this golden bird,
and play until I weep.
For the sadness I play,
brings joy to others.
My mouth tests the foul taste of a drenched piece of wood,
and with tears in my eyes
I breathe like a ferocious dragon
ready to strike the sorry little man in the field.
For soon others will join in my song of many feelings.
This golden bird brings
and hope to this world.
The air from my lungs escape.
There I release my anger and pain, all through a solid breath.
Then my brothers join me,
while we release our burdens and curses
to suffer in the gates of hell.
This golden bird is not just some