Poems from Piano_hands96
Balding striped-skin tiresweep heavily along the streetopening pits there in the earthlike a face of old Swiss cheese
To the beat of the pied piperThe back screen door swingsScuttle-butting rocking chairsIn the bamboo trees The back screen door swingsAnd...
Have I been trueto the great green buzzardsand the startled pink starfishof the sea?I try,but can hardly move whenthe winsome tune...
The outstretched fingers of Chaos fallsupplicant to the brass wire of Jupiter.The gleaming cords wrap around heras she begs for choice...
She was once the open skythe great, omniscient, weeping eye, but sounds of drums all took her sleepand she awoke from love so deep. It...