a poet’s love supreme by Brian J. Alvarado

some Hancock played
on shuffle the other day-
I Thought It Was You,
walking on mahogany
fretboards, and dancing
on electric keys while i
stumbled to keep up
with my two left feet,
loving every pirouette
your cultivated Chick
to my bootleg Bobby, we’d
manage our way to Spain
‘round midnight and back,
taking long field trips through
through analects of confusion
Bhagavad Gita plainchant and
Dichterliebe along the way
without ever leaving your
bedroom studio, save
for a kid creole and
some spring rolls.
for unraveling arabesque
sequences into lush
whole-tone landscapes,
byrning holes through
any sense that
school had taught us
and flirting with
tritones and picardy’s
was where you
knew real peace, and i
a poet’s love supreme,
teaching me what it meant
to find the blue in green.
it’s been over a year
without you, and i haven’t
traveled since, missing
the hues we invented
everyday
Brian (@wrdsrch) is a Puerto-Haitian Bronxite who writes and sings. Recent work is featured and/or forthcoming in Thimble, FERAL, Trouvaille, SHIFT, Cajun Mutt, Versification, and Book of Matches, among others. He holds a BA in Creative Writing from Susquehanna University.