The song of the cerulean kazoo

my wax-paper buzz
humiliates heroic composer
his hum shows

his superman note is quaint
as all the harmonious ether
as ideas quivering for the wax-paper sky

like nodding flowers
fertilized by forces of self-interest
like an old man bent around an absolute guitar
this hum shakes at the empty air
like wax-paper in my gut, but by my breath
from my own air, this epic hum sounds cerulean