Friday, March 18, 2011

The Diaphanous Library / new poems 2011

Banjo (Come Awry)

played out

at times
in time
at intervals
in time with

strum, pluck, pick

the parts of me
you want to keep

and construct a melody
from the amalgam

i only want to dance
slowly across

dust, wood, rug

pulled out from
under my feet
when the best steps
were yet to come

crooked crows
watch from
fields beyond fences,
cities beyond buildings
skies beyond horizons

hung with notes
of less than perfect pitch
upon a struggle of strings

i am hanging from
still singing along,
to songs we shared,

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