Wednesday, November 2, 2022

Flash Mob

work night, meetings end at the bar

after too many bourbons, I squeeze

beside the piano player, play any

key he’s not already using, cacophony

contrived from Shostakovich

I’m too drunk to reckon anyone else

I free associate, temper my fugue

I thunder, I soar, & pay the price

when hours later toxins flay me

morning after, all I want is to be

a someone else not too drunk

to stand alongside me, see & hear 

my every jarring note, record me

overcharged with unrepentant glory


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