muse sic

music a precursor wand the rain conducted
by harvest thirsty plants, spark motes, gyrations of bird bones
first notes bring droplets cheekside
as ignorance turns to calve another trillion tonne splinter
that's our soundtrack nyet happening
if a berg falls and no one is there to hear it did it
make waves, duh. the human trap
of ignorance overfull, ears dull to the pitypatter of thunder
clapping new marvel sequels
my hammer a bow of hardwood
my hammer with slepnir's mane and catgut strung
call collect hydrogen two parts one part oxygen, duet
just duet dew wets does its number one all over
pleated troughs deadbrown off summer's jag,
crispy cereal still on the stalk
shaking in evening opening curtain anticipation,
music rain three part harmony
concrete ozone mists invisible hear to bulge senses
shake off yer wings curly headed cherub
nary enough for a rivulet
be happy for this first mist in summer's livid breath