Distance
the eternal thing
chimeric lines
converge unseen
in unknown somewhere
sirens sing
the eye goes first
and next the dream.
Yet more thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
Tag Archives: siren song
Connections: March 19
Middle C
used to be
the first
forever imbedded
eared, eyed, and headed
for better or for worst.
The alpha note
small-finger-smote
awaking addiction
family friction
in eventual Czernian bloat.
Oh, the hours misspent
a perpetual Lent
da capo ad nauseam
no break or pauseam
my youth distorted and bent.
Why wasn’t I Rubenstein?
Why only me?
What sadistic muse
designed this ruse
this siren-song’d middle C?
