for four variations on thee theme.
midnight. fingers turn, tighten; turn,
untighten tuners. pick, pluck, strum
strings until the chord resounds just right.
if there were a night for instinct to fail, to forget how to breathe, this would be it.
curved blade bent over your lap,
trilled notes spilling happily through the air, swinging
arm keeps perfect time
philco predicta tilts face upwards,
ending the broadcast day with
static sung songs.
true facts; all the photos i took of my music tapes wintertime wandering invitations were imported to iphoto under the following event names;
2008: sleepy face project/music tapes finished.
2009: oh boy/absurdity.
2010; ahhhh, i'm sorry julian/sorry sorry sorry.
evolution is a funny thing with a loose definition.
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