Notions of
By jem
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
- 884 reads
Kissed, it brushed.
Merciless notes
breathed
and vinyl ground.
A mind in little pieces
two-step shuffled,
tried to apply logic,
coughed,
could not.
But saw beautifully
re-arranged sequences
and threw back ringlets
and felt
a body scraped in even-time;
Waited, while that piano,
That trickling note
unglued itself from quivering soul.
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