Piano Forte

Piano

Late every Tuesday
to hit and bleed
to break the strings
by abusing the keys

seven hangs of the calendar
this isn’t working
let’s open up the case
and take you away from the board

there’s pain in every corner
you aren’t the one to inform me
Hear it ::: there’s passion in beauty

Shoulders back
Back straights
seven calendars turn
don’t spit in this

Why is this a waste?
why I didn’t have a choice
Why didn’t I try?
why I don’t know how

Rabid in the back room
face in the sink
hurling my money’s worth back down the drain
she broke me when I got free

Clutch my hands around my waist
seven notches down the dial
hellish rancid sputterchokes
won’t let go until my fingers touch

Forte


This mosaic stone was 81
5 more than I
I carried it through
6 hallways
2 bathrooms
50 windows
4 doors

My mother opened the boot
for me to lay it down
as I bent the sinews popped
wires of fire burning up and down my center
interior drilling

It slipped
I really didn’t mean to
It smashed
With a whack JUST two inches above
Where it was supposed to be

Blew the blue out of my home
under a pile of clothes in my closet
numb and deteriorating
kicks went clean through
at least it was a pretty tomb