This poem is formatted based on "since feeling is first" by e.e. cummings.
so, folks...its not exactly all original. you know.
who minds or notices that one note plays muted
softer than the others
velvety and slow
slow to be a youth
when time is a crooked smile
my chin tips
and pride is far better than humility
than naivety
darling i pray to every breath-blown dandelion don't leave
--the tender fear of my limbs is more than
the practiced art of your hands which play
loud and echoed: then
crane your neck, let me kiss your adam's apple
for love's not a pedal to be pushed
and ambition is a feel-good excuse.
