thunderclap the rafters
from here to ever after
silence, she never knew a truer friend
with the wicked winds of winter
that wrest with this sanguine sinner
and lay claim to the road called "where you've been"

it's a bluer shade of midnight
that comes crawling like a stove pipe
shaking poet-fruit from twisted limbs
they might rot sometime tomorrow
but for now, it salves the sorrow
and takes you for a moment, back to him

so, slink around the blessed body
of that Martin's marred mahogany
and listen for the whispers of broken lines
drive those kindred chords a-ringing
underneath your hungered singing
(and if you're lucky) turn some nonsense into rhyme

impromptu piece
november 2, 2006