As if it were a grade
it is past another midnight
beyond two in the early morning
when music becomes instrumental
so that words don't change this
Heavy guitars were not promised
by this station somewhere
who told the listener
acoustic was more important
than electrified screams
So back and forth it jumps
from this screaming into that pathos
no matter what is wanted
the mind will not settle
into the needed softness
Satie feels his way through the dark
by some juvenile performer
heard before on piano
not so out of tune as this
Eric is not rolling just embarrassed
Mention this dark hour to anyone
they will figure it out
the full dish rack in the low light
an open window to chilled air
tapping fingers to resolve a mood
Barry G. Wick
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