Emotional Music

by Michael Earl Craig

Michael Earl Craig


I was visited by an idea for a poem I could never write
cigarette smoke wafted in in moderation
(the right amount)
big receptacles on wheels were wheeled about
making their nervous chatter known


I'd been told there were 32 versions of Jesus
& thought of you as I stood in the kitchen
staring down into the teapot
gently punching teabags about with my spoon


the changeling wore dark glasses, took a taxicab
the oracle pried open the subway doors
he used his flute


a hand is being moved like a wand
when I slap this ham, open your eyes

Last updated December 07, 2022