i come to you after a night of dancing. i want to share another poem that has come to me, while i was hella overstimulated and having a bad high. there was a man who introduced himself as Wireless, playing the piano in the hallway of the club, improvising with the EDM seeping through the walls. on the piano was a vase full of flowers on a 3D-printed spinning tray, and under the piano there was a small porcelain lamb. given this strange scene, i was having a lot of visions, and had to write them down. i’ve included some photos i took, but check out @wirelessmusic on instagram for more (see his tagged posts to see the video i was able to take of his beautiful playing). i hope you enjoy my poem:
there are doors constructing the ceiling above me
somehow i’m reminded of fortt brag, the shopping center
or the antique store on tremont* street run by a woman who’s 102 years old
but that was three years ago
but the rug underneath me, the doors above me,the lamb
that is making eye contact
the man playing piano and the spinning flower vase
i see my world through another’s eye, convinced i am seeing a dream
or a vision from a different life,
a glimpse across the universe
expecting my sober mind to read this poem, steeped with imagined drunk sanctity, and feel a resonance
*it’s on bolyston street not tremont, but i forgot this last night. i hope the 102-year-old lady is resting well, wherever she is in the universe. sure enough, i do love the way this poem unfurled itself, perhaps because i see it as another set of fascinating inebriated anecdotes. but i do in fact know myself well enough to see this coming, hence the last line. regardless, i do feel a resonance.
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in love and glimpses through the universe,
- ek
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