pianissimo (not in B&W)



end of september shows up

cold blue bitter


and it falls, worried

dry wind

a million, million raindrops

of frozen time


(this earth never stops spinning)




stepped down.


i wish to disembark now

this ride’s too fast for me


street light wears a light orange halo

eyes burn a glow: is this a sign?



holy crosses

along the center of my gravity

the bit between ribs and hips

(still a sign?)


wear this cold september sash low

to cover the scars

words burn holes

in my

in my

in my

i forget now


talk about perpetual motion

and honest tea

or shot of scotch

to loosen the sole

found on the bottom

of a broken shoe



how the tile sounds in the kitchen)


(daisies in my eyes

yellow centers

white petals

i’m blinded by flowers)


just a moment while i turn my back

rip me to pieces, you can


turn the piano book upside down

and follow notes across the page

g clef be comes f clef

strange notation becomes

a beautiful sound



skips in to my nose

down the back of my throat


not to be

to be


but i do not



b flat is the note of my soul.



by bullish1974

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Taken on October 8, 2006
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