Music of the Spheres

Music of the Spheres

A Poem by Soil Creep

I can always tell when he is about to finish. 
Bald optimism 
in the key of weakness,
he is frantic with a mind of effervescent confidence 
to quell past insecurities.
No, really, 
What is the difference between trivial
and anachronistic jabberings of piano wire.
Certainly there are more hammers available,
let's trade addiction stories,
blasted thoughts, 
revelations in bathtubs,
porcelain sheets,
industrial clanks aplomb with strife,
he's almost there,
key change.

© 2013 Soil Creep


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Soil Creep
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Added on January 24, 2013
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Soil Creep
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Maryville, MO



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