Ritten
not a biography
certainly not an
autobiography
but an audio
biography
here i am with her
dancing though
i don't dance
but my ears
do due to
her words
play me
pluck me
like a harp
a note's
worth a
letter so
a chord
forms
a word
tritones begin
the basics of
baby stepping
nursery rhyme
lettered words
BIG and in
colored blocks
so let's play
on and build up
on
these
and
add
a
seventh
an eleventh
even a thirt
eenth but
think about
the implications
instrumentation
interestingly
as
interesting
shapes
form
and
run
off
the
page in rages of
improvisation in
an attempt to
imitate but
self create
that which what
combines
seeing
feeling
smelling
a
note
no
ting the
texture
between
the teeth
Hendrix trying
to eat his guitar
applying plyability
with playability
pairing of food
with wine
white with
fish and xy
lophone bones
a dry red rib cage
played with merlot
and a mallet and
while at it
try hitting that
high hat at
a
n
a
n
g
e
L
w
i
t
h the
s
i
d
e
of your drum
stick to get
more of a
ticking tapping
time telling yet
not a reaction
but a fraction
of a refraction
of light
magnIF FIED
MAGNIFIED
i can now find
where she and
i have stopped
dancing since
i've stepped on
her toes once
too many times
but the orchestra
plays on and only
the conductor is
keeping the score
our new year's ball
ends before we beg
in the start of what i
hope will never nnnd
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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