Sings like a blade
and plays like a well tuned guitar.
Full bodied and dancing
where my left and right eyes meet
in spaces near and far.
Falling like stars
dotting well intentions
like serifs on a birth certificate
to make the moment
more significant and less comical.
Sings like a guitar
and plays like a knife
edge on and disappointed
with the fade of initial intensity,
but willing
to go the barred distance
if fingers will
join the contract and
make something beautacious,
wherein is hatched the doldrums of
end credited boredom,
in the mean times.
