Friday 10 June 2011

TUNE TO ME

tune your chord of silence
to my feverish song
not cold and coarse
but as if we were swinging
on those powerlines
in full-voltage silence

now dance to the chord
of my fever, not our fret
the one we knew best
if you recall the ways

turn away as a milky calf
pigheadedly mute, laugh
throw down your instrument
and kiss my unwashed cheek

6 comments:

  1. Cohen and Kerouac...you have learned well sir.

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  2. Reads like a song, as well. I like.

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  3. I like that chord of silence and dancing to the chord of my fever ~ Very nice~

    My share: http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.ca/2012/03/broken-heart.html

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  4. Visions of Leonard in all his glory, and a little Tom Waits, too.

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  5. Ha..throw down your instrument and kissed my unwashed cheek...YES!

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