-
Improvisation
It was open to conclusions, Drawn possibly in crayon to perplex The unwilling to willfully look Beyond conjecture of a previously tired Diffusion of text and message. Never sure of the spin that evolves, The take of the respondents, their addition To the running the changes, carrying The melody through forests of release, Bumping up…
-
Hey Goodlookin’
The good fortune express has come Shedding its goods on someone We saw on t.v. with that wry smile, Pretending its not transitory, And only fifteen minutes long. In the middle of it all we climaxed, Led protest against the approval Of the imprisoned choir. Totalitarian Rule was just whispering in the background At this…
-
No Embers Remain
Nothing holds. No matter how much You water it, the soul slips Away. It lingers in the concert hall As the end arrives it leaves Collectively with all others Wandering to the exits, disappearing Into the night. A crew will clean up. The silent edifice holds the nothing That still remains. What we Claim to…