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Change Your Life

by Tom Goss

the piano plays,
cries out,
soothes and crushes
as the strings roll alongside the keys

I swallow failure
in the blackwhite form
of aural emptiness,
and a murky brook of poetic soul yearning


you may sing the words
of your prescription
as you strike me
with imploring fists
but still, our soulnutrition
is there starving inside of us

the old path,
this twisted-metal forest
of dollars
and shimmering things
leaves you cursing,
yelling all the way down
into the bowels of this hollow machine

play carefully for survival;
the instruments
are your raw-fingered hands

live unheeded,
disappeared into the woods of your words,
away from the pollution of false-needs

change your life

feed from the bold uniqueness
of dreams

a pile of
pages we despise and love

swept away
they will burn
and we will mourn

hear the lonely background violin,
gaze into the focal piercing eyes
of the majestic sculpture of him or her

those eyes
they draw you across strings,
pull you away
from the pianoman's dexterous hands

defenseless you stare
as steadily (through you in waves)
love sings sublime survival
and it, too, in this poetry of noise
is your wandering instrument


Author's Note: Please check out my new book! ;)>

Posted on 11/26/2004
Copyright © 2021
Tom Goss

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/27/04 at 05:51 AM

Tom, the way you mix poetry and music and images in here is amazing. I love this poem and it's going on my favorites. Good work!

Posted by Karen Michelle on 11/29/04 at 11:16 PM

Wow, this was just amazing. I haven't read any of your other material yet but already I've made the decision to add this to my favourites and you to my friends. x

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/30/04 at 04:44 PM

ooo, mr. tom goss, i see you've been busy since i've been away. always a nice surprise, actually, when i finally get my bucket of junk to work long enough to let me delve here for awhile. this one grants a third and fourth reading for me to be able to best comment, simply because the fluid nature of the entire thing breathes into being the symbolism and energy. i like how each part could be a seperate piece, and naturally as they should, but sometimes when people break poetry into chunks it doesn't quite fit, or it fits ackwardly. either way, congrats to another. i'm glad one of us is getting some productivity out of the way. :) more to come.

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/30/04 at 04:46 PM

hm. i'm combing, forgive me. one thing that stood out as being a bit jagged: the first two lines. i think you need a "," after "plays" in the first line since it reads quickly, for me anyway. like, "the piano plays cries out." see what i mean? *plows through yet again*

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