Monday, June 27, 2011

Piano With A Broken Key

Piano With A Broken Key


Moon
not at war tonight. Hours
deep as any dark
clocking
me.
Please was breached.
I watched it turn away from
endure.
Sleep
would like to go back and make it right.
I’d like
to show willing
the ghost
in this knife.
Like to.
I’d like to
smother
in the soft
cheek of blue. Like to.
Scramble
but I lack intent.



[Bill Evans]


(C) 2011 Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.

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