Gremlin

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

there is an electrical
gremlin in my car
I turn the key and a
cough laugh gasps
dials wild clock resets
stranded in mid-Ohio
my son asks "are we there yet?"
I tell him "sometimes it's
okay to be lost."

(9 line poem writ­ten in 9 min­utes at SPIT open mic)

Metrognome

Thursday, 8 December 2011

of hands pausing
hovering above]
the tips of fingers
the arch and whorl
pad callus capillarian beating]
the encompassing round palms
hoarding of sound]
of wooden boards planed for
resonance, wires taut and twisted
too wound about to quiver]
the ordered rank of keys
as yet unplayed]
every
knuckle 
angle 
precise]

an 
ex]
halation