"Piano Sonata No. 6"

a poem

Sordid plaster night in gamely torrent of legato.

Silent with the stillness composed of the spirits of the

dead are gathered in thought before you aghast and alone

From well up beneath all scent contusion arpeggio repeat

And the walls scream dire in abhorrence redrawn

helter-skelter in bacchanalias own face.

Upwelling into God’s own complexion scored by

cascaded rhomboid fence to relieve the

tension from miscarriages and mismeasured bright.

To reason on misprision delighted

there then to objectify to missing person blight.