7/25/11

Your Musical Anthologies
By Ian Davis


Your musical anthologies

are arranged with precise care

in alphabetical order.



But twilight brings discord.



Careful calculations rendered,

senseless

In the dying light of an august sun.

The wind sighs your lover's retort.



A bite against my ear,

soft breath a scratched recording

in silence, you draw me.



But.



Little else here, in this lost kingdom.

No valley of broken jaws, but of lost freedoms,

given freely in quiet soliloquy,

a silent speech given to one in grasping,

passing,

dark.


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I am an anthropology major at Purdue University going into my sophomore year. I am an avid reader of all kinds of poetry and stories, as well as a writer of my own short stories and poetry.