Friday, February 24, 2017


Playing Chopin
with notes of etudes
as an open metamorphosis
of poetry
splashes out sounds
I'm noticing his own miniature
on the piano my feet up
being taken on my birthday
to the Soho underground
of Beat and jazz moments
in a mature ten year old
effervescent of catastrophes
and apostrophes
reading in my homework
with a Russian ballerina
whose father was exiled
in Siberia when America
crashes and smiles
at the old and new country
who were having
Stalin or McCarthy news speak
on their daily T.V. kangaroo trials.

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