Three Onion Fork

Three Onion Fork

A Poem by Scott Durham
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Jazz nightmares, Bar-tending prowess and a recipe for wasted karma.

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High notes in a scramble
racing for the upper register
Alto Saxophone tears a wound
purchased in melodious, yet malodorous quandary

Does the player know where he is going?
How does he know Veronica's steps?

Long before the plug and play
a collision of restraint pollutes
Disfigures reason within our safety
the log rolls and I do not move

A Martini and its garnish:
a long fork beholds the onions
 that succeed in remedy;
Now fortune can resume unhindered.

© 2015 Scott Durham


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I confess that Martinis are an alien beast to me, viewed only on a screen. However it's cousins I've met, and have been bested. You conveyed the music I love, very well. Sometimes wondering as it pauses in repetition, if it has lost its nerve. Thanks.

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I confess that Martinis are an alien beast to me, viewed only on a screen. However it's cousins I've met, and have been bested. You conveyed the music I love, very well. Sometimes wondering as it pauses in repetition, if it has lost its nerve. Thanks.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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"Alto Saxophone tears a wound
purchased in melodious, yet malodorous quandary"

This was eloquently written. Very nice job! (Also, the picture was perfect for this piece).

- Brittney

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Scott Durham

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Thank you!

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Scott Durham
Scott Durham

Phoenix, AZ



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