Monday, July 14, 2008

an 8 piece

late at night when the sun has come down
and the moon rules
above I am often
left with
my dreams and
this insatiable fantasism that
runs through the pores of the
skin
and the brain
and the heart
and the soul and
then finally to through the
wrists
for its final form.
and when the night has come down
and the woman love others
often
I turn to this
radio and listen
to it machine
away a beautiful melody
written in 1825 by a 16 year-old
named Mendelson.
a boy with grit,
soul, and
guts.

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