Temptation

Temptation

     Jazz's better for love

Over the stage with me on guitar,

     or flowers, not to coerce

Rehearse the sax through screens,

     but to tempt, the opposite 

Trumpet muted, horns cascading 

          of anomie,

Over strings with players in skinny

     to feel other people 

          and fit 

Jeans and balancing bouquets, 

     them to me like tight 

          blues,

Which I don't know how to play,

     manipulate them to fit,

On their chests while shimmying

          five eights.

[simultaneous poem]