In G
"Blues for Alice"
Embossed in black vinyl;
Alto sax half-tones
Determinedly driven from
Grooves in a gyre.
In F
All the cats
Danced in the aisles
Grooving on jazz when
Charlie "Bird" Parker
Flew his horn.
In C
Each sizzling seventh
Axed through the ages,
Demanding an audience.
Gone, now, resolved in the
Circle of Fourths.
— Stace Johnson, 1988
Two Shifts Passing in the Nightshecomeson a cyan-tailedcomet, bareback braving thesolar wind as you wet your lips andshe passes too close, dancing and dopplingthrough your star-dappled daydreams, anunearthly equestrian on ared-tufted stallionleavingyou |
— Stace Johnson, 1988
We kiss
In a swirl of
Effervescent golden
Green; mingled auras render us
In love.
— Stace Johnson, 1987
Vorticism 1987
Miniature relays flash
OpenClosed at lightspeed
Screeching print heads
Pepper paper with
Insignificant ink points.
Short-lived electrons catapult
Through cathode-ray tubes,
Explode in green-screen triumph
And quickly fade.
Working late at the office,
Basking in eerie emerald light,
I settle into my
Silicon Mother’s arms.
— Stace Johnson, 1987
Rockwood 1887
A grumbling black dragon
Snakes its way among snowy crags
Cursing the cold with blasts
Of steam and soot.
Its piercing scream rebounds
From ancient cliffs
As it once again challenges
The mountain.
— Stace Johnson, 1987