Everything clusters, myotic, the keys fit
or the keys don't fit & everything comes
apart, the addresses, so sacred, meld
& blend into recent years. This is
a graph of energy not shape
a harp not a shamrock
weeds said to be eaten by a swine
we like music
the blues are in the bay being taken
white marlin, faster than prize money
charge the spray as it curls
its blond eruptions into the green surf.
The easiest way to tell a bluegrass band
from an oldtime band is by listening
to the noises they make between sets
the sound of Tennessee whiskey
& banjos stood up against the wall
at the crazy terminus between the frets.
Foment haunted reveries behind blind lilacs
that dryly between the Wednesdays rasped.
Imitation happiness is better than no energy
Now that you're free, go away