mn :: poetry

Music in the Age of Film

"It's memories that I'm stealing

But you're innocent when you dream."

--Tom Waits, Frank's Wild Years

Edith Piaf's forlove-lorn voice lances

dark rooms like the smoke of Gauloises

(blue-wrapped)--

the sobbing of an accordion

in discord throb-hearting

reminds me

of my own repugcovenants

fallen into on the skin of both teeth

or eject-retched in the back seat of a van

now

February winds instill

then rip forth

onanistic love-children

from their accidental father--

I pull down my moviestar's hat

and sigh into an imaginary

sunset cigarette.

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