Opus Day
I hurt myself
Today
to see if I was real
Beats a day alone
Listening to the trombonist
Waiting on a serenade
*
Yes, a moon light
serenade plays
Puce sunset sporting
rotating knives
cops my eye
naked colonnades –
you get the idea?
*
Under this a small crouched mammal flits
(though one simply
cannot be sure
for certain in
neon septic light);
were I forced.
*
Struth
(yet again!)
to hazard a guess
I would say an
anteater or
a stumpy mule
philandering
Grimbeau 