Wednesday, May 13, 2020


Go ahead—dismiss me, 
or tune me out 
toward those frequencies of 
wayward influences, 
carve me black-headed 
on a staff, and then
lose me in a digital flood of 
disregarded melody 
like a bad penny down 
an impervious well.

I will still go on making my
irreducible music
day and night endlessly, 
and you will remember it 
by its defenseless simplicity—
by the restless stillness 
that lives in the pitch-black 
trenches of your mind
like rings live 
inside the trunk of a tree.