Chisel

A coda something spent

The remains of a gathering in the grass

Empty wine bottle dregs stain red and rolled down the rows of hard green cusks

packets and papers

An interesting diversion from

the normal mode but with some unusual key changes

creating a juxtaposition that stops you for a moment

oh its live!

My eyesight is getting poor on the close range stuff

It is very subtle

the body

it turns on itself

you have all this freedom this time that can be removed in an instant, kinder possibly

or gradually layer by layer peeled away

now the sound is baroque inflection over the usual spectral

trombone

now we begin to think

blossom on the street already shoots

and then we went blind