Blue Line, Wonderland Train
Even through her mask
Her face is something to
Behold
Exquisite like a Ruby
She checks her email
Long brown hair
Flowing across her neck
Her long turquoise dress
Makes her a summer flower
Her breasts are a song of
Dreams
Her body is a wonder
On the wonderland
Train
Erren Kelly
Listening To Dave Brubeck Under Quarrantine
he plays the piano, the way my dad
held a polaroid camera
he didn't
just take a picture :
he captured a moment
for posterity
like my dad, i love women
and see them as Dave saw melodies
not something, merely to behold
but to be revered
i could touch a woman the way
Dave touched the keys;
She would become a story
in pictures and in song;
her body either a moment
or math, only Dave or my father
could solve...
Erren Kelly
Ryo Fukui And You...
thinking about you as the piano plays
the notes, falling like your footsteps
the keys, paint a dream of you
as we walk the streets of kyoto
every moment, is delicate as you
the song you become, rare
personal and true
the piano grows a song
of cherry blossoms
in spring
the keys tell a tale of you
in my eyes, you are
everything
the way he strokes the keys
makes the song feel right
i touch you a sleek cat
dancing in the kyoto
night
Boaz
i have no right to ask you
for your hand
you are lovely as night
i am white as sour cream
my kind has heaped misery
upon yours
when i saw you
gleaning in the field
i thought of the treachery we did
to your brothers
but i'm a brother, too
if only from another mother
but one
night,
you lie with me on the threshing floor;
you chose me
i bought you and some property
for a a sandal
but i only wanted a wife
not land
and all lives matter to me
tearing down statues and renaming buildings
will not make history go away
but if you take my hand
we can create our own melody
to find our happy ending
love is love is love is love is love is love is
love is love....
Erren Kelly
