Archive for August 17th, 2011
Watch Me Wave, Love My Soul
Empty hands,
should be moving
a piano,
heaving a computer,
over the edge.
The Art of Fugue drives me,
bounces me
to violent, good crashing.
Not as bad as I seem,
I love my Bach,
working to fire
the good into the blue bubbles.
Watch me wave,
love my soul.
stillfugue 