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

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