..... poetry .....



"Blues, Bartok, And The Bagatelle"

Who was it who brought us here to farm the
    mere existence of Spirit?
Loose beets, ears of corn, drummed wheat
    have long since known the the flavor of the
    Blues, Bartok, and the Bagatelle.

Indian musicians speak of bowls, guts, and tea highs —
    it's a miracle that our passion for music has not
    consumed every instrument in sight!

Let all your fantasies of dieting cease.
Come, and make the harvest yours!

April 1997




©2010, Michael Smolens