Arpeggios ~ Friday, April 24, 2026
The Clairvoyant Center of Avalon
heat, not honey, dripping flames from her lips
each time she opened her mouth, her forked tongue
Claire, I kid you not, her tongue made me scream
like a little girl, you played violin
as if in raptures, while swaying your hips
impossible, I know, and as I clung
reality shifted again, you played
very fast like Paganini, begin
over again, reset button, press hard
yet, you kept playing violin, I cried
angry at the world, at myself, a bard
no one knows, no one understands, I died
trouble is, nobody cared, your hips swayed
Centered on the sound, on the groove, Old Scratch
entered the room and took me far away
nervous because I was with the Devil
terror filled my soul, a sparrow to catch
erroneously, my espresso left
ready-to-hand, my heart began to sway
officially, I was dead, how to kill
foreigners, like myself, as the Other
Available in my torso, bereft
virtually, of all virtue, I lose
all sense of reality, then I hear
lingering notes, arpeggios, you choose
only what you need to play, to be clear
no one cares, but Steve, is he my brother
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