My Pictures

Steve Reich in class today,
blowing in 18 musicians.
Discordant……
harsh and jarring…..
a lost harmony.

But I could see,
a blues haiku
entwined in my mind……
switch them awake.

Structure without structure…..
a Bukowski moment,
how to teach writing
to lit up heads…….

Slow bloom inside you
memories of failure,
turning….. glowing….. humming.
A lost phase……
and slow motion sound.

Too long this sense of obligation
and solitary existence.
But then again……a timid word
emerges from this despair.
A first line together…maybe.