Your voice sounds like a
broken pianoforte,
as though enduring every note,
the wailing of a hurting
...
I'm about to make a left at the corner
of W 49th st and 12 avenue and I see,
plain daylight this disgusting
opossum, poor thing
...
Your Voice
Your voice sounds like a
broken pianoforte,
as though enduring every note,
the wailing of a hurting
instrument,
dreaming the last dream
of returning to the sacred woods
of pianoforte heaven.
And yet
when its music finds me
it hits the precise keys
to make me feel the rapture
in the always enticing
always volatile image
of the fingers of a virtuoso
caressing the keys of a piano
with the sweet violence,
the incandescent damnation
of his attack.