Haiku
ceremony weightand honey shape of jazz, cometo sweet water song
Slandered and abusedBeaten, bruised, but still fightingFor you — I am Truth
Even if you don’t hear it, the song is on its way.
Visual music
Birds on power linesLike notes on musical staffFly away — staff bare
At dawn, they gatherto bitch about the day’s news.Wives at peace . . . back home.
Tracks playing, on loopon auto-mode trying torule…