who knows a man’s heart,
the thorned thoughts
and decadent dreams
that grow there
the small notes
that burrow through fragile capillaries
there is a
hidden musician in the chambers-
a fiddler on the roof
of imagination,
a philanderer
a philosopher
a poor player
who struts and frets
his frets and struts
listening for the silent
syncopation
an alternation:
the downbeat
the upswing
the ghost note
a rhapsody in red
a requiem in ragtime
infused by boyish blood
encased by masculine muscle
it holds forth
in faithful duty:
prime the pump
compose the truth
make the boy a man
in the chambers
the musician muses
the rhythm and blues
of major movements
the rock and roll
of minor melodies
driving the tune
measure for measure
the song of life,
the pulse
the beat
the notes
the dreams
the thoughts
the heart
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