Tony D'Arpino

Ghazal for Ukelele

 

 

Me you saying stuff is not electronic love

Your speech patterns imprint on my neurons

 

Echoes unfold like an anchorage dreams of music

The birds so easily lured to the pleasures of the bath

 

Daybook swimmers underwater wheels of the fields

Cirrus house in deep earth window blender

 

A cabinet of wonders mills the carrousel

Trickster pendant of the conference of the birds

 

Her directions like a country road

Had a smell of summer the gates she named

 

Her signature the haunted keyboard

The harbour a mask weeping ephemera

 

Planet smudge on the morning sky eye tone

Two comets walking home from work