Homespun
1700 ish Padua, fortepiano came, a
glorious arrival. 1775 exact, Bunker
Hill blast. Delusion is my enemy.
Needle talk, unzipped ears, about
time. Past events form a yeti. Filter,
properly employ, utilize extremes.
I venture back, rewatch, and extract
liberation. I won’t murder my memory.
I did shut the jaws down. Brute traffic,
it was soft and piranhas. Onions followed
an inquisitive nibble. Bag, beam, and
medicine presented themselves holy
trinity. Treatment inflicted utter wilting.
Knock omission, there was also life.
Hugs, music, kisses, freedom. Tunnel
then pineapple. Multiplex notes between.