When the Lobster Plays Grand Piano
Dragging our lobster claw
haphazardly across rows of ivory song
scratching both beautiful and hideous notes
throughout our lives-somehow we stay afloat-
Racing the foaming mouth of death
polishing up melodies of opaque regrets...
High tide swallowing a lobster claw
and a grand piano bench.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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