I’ve been banging my sore fingers
on this keyboard more than forty
years now and can still hardly carry a
tomb or remember many standards
and was never good with theory or
practice and one sour slip can send me
spiraling away from melody
for millennia and maybe
history or the twisted strands
that compile me or is this just mask and
pantomime I bleed to move on
now and clear friends of the past know
I will smile at the songs we shared and
no there never was an accordion
Tag: history
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Put on sturdy gloves before you
handle history it may suddenly
ignite without warning which may
among other things tend to leave one with
out a date or eyebrows for the big dancebut maybe some message is still slowly
twining up some neglected balcony
sewing a subtle missive near
the color of the last clinging mapleleaves if only we knew how but
looking out the window or similar
is no use in this hallucinationmaybe don’t update me on the progress
until the streets are ripe the peaches clean