my well-worn pen
glides across
second-rate stationery
smoother than a
[well-rosined]
bow on a violin string
fingers maneuver it
easier than they maneuver themselves
across [ebony , ivory] piano keys
i’m happy
bouncing without a beat
my fingers
tremble [throw]
rainbows
across your
blackandwhite scales
i’m a spazz
i can’t keep
still
to
three-four and bee flat major
everything is
always
music
words don’t
always
need music
words need people
[i need people]
–
written f20may2011.
i consider this to be the first good poem i ever wrote.
–
idiography 