walking rickety notes
slide dampened down

liquor scent as angry drunken
warriors are caught at foolishness

misty cobblestone breath of the besetters
fills and heats the room but beyond

quiet night cool symphony breezes
jeweled and quiescent in blue harmonics

reddened mars drifts slung
behind a death-veil cloud

mortar-dust trees shadow the vague threat of light as
a blank white fingernail scratches the night

silent but aching, the stars are dizzy spinning away
and making the skies slip across the rooftops

giving slightly to the lucid drops
cold and mild in their descent

slowly running down the sky, striking the pavement
and filling hat brims with luck

like the glimmering convalescent music
flowing from an old man's beard,

a mellow guitar crooked spaciously
into his agile, knowing hands

and slipping down the road of trees and cobwebs
taking merit from the gentle humming of the ground

the earth,
playing harmony to his sleeping song

02/03/2006

Posted on 02/04/2006
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