#Poem Friday is bothered-day

Friday is bothered-day
Bothered by over-reliance
on equal temperament
All this hammering into shape
All this doh ray me me me

Like taking a day to tune the guitar
Fingers sore, can’t write,
tired of imitation, connection broken

Like trying to write clearly
with a broken pencil
Remember the one we shared?
It was a bridge between us
You had the pointy tip
I had the blunt end
with the eraser
Remember that old film
when the guy in the tepee
takes an arrow and breaks it?

…trying to write in real colour
without conforming to black notes
and white notes
Those keys
little coffins

…making the effort to see clearly
Your eyes
ripped clear of scales
I love
see below the surface
through charade

…you spend too long
look in the mirror
Broken mirror
Forcing pieces
into a pattern

What do you hear?
The Sound of Music?
The King and I?
I am not a note
major or minor
with adjusted intonation


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