Wednesday, December 5, 2007

and antiques. and U-hauls. and Walt Disney. and noise.

our ears flew us around like Dumbo, 
   as we tried to remember these promises.
     that piano in the living room, you know the one. 
       antique mahogany, withering away
          from all the wrong sounds.
it wanted Bach, Chopin, Beethoven.
  instead, it got rage, betrayal,
    and the slow, heavy racket of a moving van.