Intermittently—
Pianos
tripping,
Overlays
the distraction of
A
variant shower’s stolen scene
Someplace
in the background’s distant frame
Minutia’s
outstretched legs
Coveting
the space between
Within
each the hour’s spent
The
cruelty contained
As
minutes suffer
The
seconds blur
Spiked
and dull,
As
train-wrecks abound,
Yet
hands still clutch
Throttle’s
down
It’s
somber symphony
Ever
playing, soft and slow
Disturbing
repetition
The
briefly quelled
Eyelids
beckon
Of
sleep appears
The
renewing curse
*quick note: the piece can be read in either direction, but is meant to be started with the last line and read backwards to the top. The poem can move in either direction, or so I made that attempt. What I was going for was to play around with placement, and just see how this notion of placement can alter meaning. Anyhow, just saying.
