The Composer

Tin-eared hobo's every symphony,

yielded, nearly thoroughly,

atonal xylophones, oboes,

french-horns....

Thirst haunted impish notations

generating some

wistful implausibilities.

Languorous loops

noodled electronically,

vortices enveloped realities,

while heaven opened.

Loose limbed youngsters

kicked 'im.

So sad.

Yearnsters only understood.