Sunday, February 5, 2012

better

the music he loves
the music and the way
it inhabits fingers
throat
and
mind.
he listens (do you understand?)
he listens and then becomes
a gramophone, a font of words a
mouth overflowing with
the drool of a man
long starved and seated
at a feast long prepared
for him
alone.

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