Opus Day

by grimbeau

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