litote_convoluted: art: waterspots
Waterspots
Waterspots
On the piano
From my drink –
No.
A wetspot
On the carpet
Where my puppy
Had to pee.
A yellow puppy generation,
I am but one musician of the age.
Something must be done
Something must be done
To stop this –
The eccentricity of a rage
Quenched in liquid.
My mind is reeling,
Fingers numb.
My mind is reeling,
Fingers numb.
And I am feeling endless
In a circle
With a gun.
This is my infinity poem,
One would think –
Waterspots on my piano
From my drink.
No.
A yellow puppy played for me,
Her keys are out of tune,
Something must be done
Something must be done
To stop this –
The eccentricity of a June
Leafed in manuscript paper.
My mind is singing,
Eyes are closed.
My mind is singing,
Eyes are closed.
And I am feeling endless
With the rain-smell
In my nose.
And the drink on my piano
Is an echo of summer’s call,
And the wild lily puppy
Is a herald for the fall.
This is my infinity poem,
One would think –
Waterspots on my piano
From my drink.
No.
I am lily-puppy picking,
The yellow puppy standing tall,
And the smiling dog beside me
Is a herald for the fall.