Eleven no Bono

The dog days of April

I watch you 

and a few others.

I pay for a room and a hot bath

standing in the mushrooms

a choir awaits in the corridor

a multiple of one

or one of multiples?

Slack jaw into white picket

I see a  dust gathering guitar

with broken necked strings

glued refurbished and never used

aged fingerprints dance along its wooden nape.

It remembers a time of warm fingers and Spanish melody

yet too long ago to conjure the tune.

once plump and perfect lips have 

become two wet worms

twisting together wordlessly

resting atop a widows peak

his name flaps toward the sun

on a flock of Ravens wings

as it escapes the cavern

bouncing off the walls like sonar

"Casanova"

echoing

a sad smile.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I get the feeling here of someone who was adored for his music when he was young, still performing in his older years. Did he not show up or turn up late? I am picking up here on both nostalgia and a sense of disappointment. That's where you took me Corset with your fine lines and expression.

Chris

[Corset]

Thank you Christine :D

[Little Whisper]

How do You do that? I love your words....

[Corset]

Thank you Little Whisper :D

[Ken Simm.]

Dream like and useful wandering across the ridges of our minds. Views and other stories. So much to relate to here. So much picking up of a thred to see where it lies and whether it is good or bad. Whether the descriptions a re bringing the positive out of the negative. So much nodding of heads and saying yep I understand that. Negativism turned in other words around.

[Corset]

Thank you Ken Simm