Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Laney at Mary O's

Nobody knows what happens
behind closed doors except those
attending a communal wonder:
a pianist tenaciously performing

love. 

A gloved hand hides
its sins. The working man,
pianist or carpenter, wears
his epidermal honesty. 
He lies to none
and hammers the keys. 

Aural beauty's indiscriminate
only eyes lie to ears. 

The Texas fiend makes
ears weep at the spectacle
of his vessel that he's
flaying with piano strings. 

Yet most just sit
in silent bliss,
receiving the harmless
gift of art. 


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