Ode to an octave:
It lived long &
Almost well.

Horns drizzle spit on
Freeze-dried brain
Tears condense
In the neon eye of morning

Slap them skins silly
Like exploding sand dunes
In unnecessary war time

Rhythm+ Bass like Jajouka
Vizier’s funeral march lips
French kissing fading brass mouth

Head Bobbers in Front
Gum Flappers to the Rear
It’s all in your Ear

He’s so laid back like nobody knows him
Psychedelic swan all afoot
Primrose Avenue

Dissonant nowhere spew
isolated coordinates from
Ink jet mouth

Unmixed data beamed down
to player simultaneously
Recording on hidden mike

Mathematics is almost
out of breath
Still he blows

Kapil Kachru 1993