"Ki"

And in music
something drowns--
a killing occurs
where sun-splashed
bright grey cement
is gone, and the leaves
hide her yellow
face from your eyes,
and the hole
in your heart
is momentarily filled
with waves
that make sense
to a part of you
buried long ago,
stirring softly
beneath soil,
making the
green grass rise.

And in music
insanity folds in
upon itself
and tucks away
in a drawer closed,
pecked greedily
by bacteria
you can't see
between the notes--
their faces mutant
belligerent popes,
chewing the cum
of crumbling life.
Here you go, dancing
but not moving,
and the math
connects--all equals
respond cheerfully
with happy data.

And in music
laughter rolls
off roofs housing
delicate stick-figure
men, weary
from wiping
their thin, quivering
brows, wet with worry.
But your
back arched
bright face gleams,
feasting on ripe
penumbras
the size of oceans
in the black home
of your pupils,
resonating layers of
sound. This is reverse
abuse--the therapy
all scientists envy.

Author's Note

Reviews

[LJW]

Quite powerfully written with an uncompromising intent.
Nice work.

[Corset]

I love the repeating lines "and in music something drowns, insanity folds, laughter rolls brilliant as always, glad to see you are writing again.

[Ana D S M]

A truly remarkable piece of writing. Excellent job, very powerful delivery.

[Max Teal]

You have a unique and powerful style. Strong synergy.

[Talal Hussain]

Great write...loved it :-)

[Steven]

Appreciate that.

[A.E. Surdam]

Love the last few lines. Great write!

[Steven]

Thanks, Amber.

[DaniElle LaPointe]

LOVE. IT.

SHELVING THIS ONE ABSOLUTELY!!!!!

[DaniElle LaPointe]

ABUSE--THE THERAPY
CLINCHER.
MAKES ME SAY..... THIS ENDED TOO SOON.

[Steven]

Thanks, glad you dug it!

[Baby Ricochet]

Beligerent popes chewing on the cum of crumbling life. Awesome.

[Steven]

Thanks my man