Candied metallic thin foil like barrier gates to inner castle sanctums
nestle betwixt cold toes
durating powdered midnights, empowered dawns of teal moons
but twice monthly, the ritual contempt my feet and heart hold dear
for digits too intense to ask to play an instrument for fear,
nor scrape into blanket hard sand the keysome sigs of notes in downward grind of uppity strokes,
but rather aids in distress of shoelessness while friends distract composing’s insistence the continuation continue on despite retinue bond binding me to restaurant
of iceberg romaine mix securing obtuse forgetfulness in blandic bath of Lethean bleu cheese.

Music of Noah Creshevsky:

Retina Dance:


The Kindness of Strangers:

In Memoriam:

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