CandleWax Symphony by Trisha De GraciaI sent a song to you
in papered roses
tincan cuts and souvenirs
dug up from trips I can't remember.
Touched the scalding liquid to the mold
the contours echoing notes
and rhythms
and rhyme schemes fumbling clumsily
sitting wrongly in their perfect
waxen grooves.
So what's a flame without a wick
but lots of gasoline?
Music for the deaf and broken hearted.
01/23/2004 Posted on 01/23/2004 Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
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