Concerto of doom.

by Poet on the Piano   Apr 8, 2021

Driving on a dirt road,
the sun, a brazen signal,
tries to convince me
it's close to summer

that I should be basking
in the warmth of April adagios

but instead, I think about
the weeds romancing bark,
the exhaust pipe, and the
numerous leaky ends.

I think about my tendons
and the absence of blood
and the gasoline fumes.

The car stalls.

I sit and listen to Bach,
the oboe and violin
dancing around the truth

while the mosaic of my mind
illustrates all the ways
I could gracefully exit.


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 1 week ago

    by Keira Pickard

    I love classical music ( Barber, Einaudi and varying similar composers! ) I like how you've used - purposefully or not - the repetition of ' bark' and ' Bach ' as a pun. The imagery is so vivid and Oddly refreshing in a sense, ignoring the darker side of the poem. The title is really clever!

    • 1 week ago

      by Poet on the Piano

      I actually didn't think of that as a pun, at least not intentionally, so thank you! Appreciate you reading, and yes, classical music is such a treasure :)

People Who Liked This Also Liked