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