Sampled Experiences
The time invites you like a
dark stare inside limousine
The sleep of all sleep
To barely awake on sofa, alone
To see the dead as undead
in vision and memory
when the time invites it
Soft notes of mandolin
in distant conversation
of floating, foul intent
poured into pulled ears
and thicker than meaning
suffers to live
A stringed ideal shared between
voices. Resonant notes spiral
tongues inside bodies at rest.
A bow shapes the depth, grave
yet awake. Space plate bends
sentiment and light from
guitar solos—the kings
of infinite space.
This miraculous
organ “sends
fortune to
prison”.
