Piano Eulogies


There is a piano playing fire in the snow
A ghostly impresario painting a scenario unseen
No one ever hears her, no one goes there, no one, you know,

Trees are crying fields by the freeway, so free enchained
Wearing robes of violet slumber daze of Summer umber green
Birds are flying Shields clashing meelee the chants are strained,

Where is the lion to bite the scion tempestuous flank ?

Skies are crawling full of insects solar suspects nocturnal plans
It bears repeating the self defeating massive meaning squeezed into the next has been
Coffins wait where daisies plait cuffs of gold with rusty tin cans,

Lies in line emeshed/immersed/entwined/barcode scans




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Written on 2017-02-18 at 07:35

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Ephemeral and descriptive, I was playing my piano in my mind as I read

Elle x
2017-02-18