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.
“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
Cedar Sigo
Cedar Sigo was raised on the Suquamish Reservation in the Pacific Northwest. He studied at The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at the Naropa Institute.