• The Pan-Flute Solo Tells Me
• that they’re serious
• but it’s still a joke
• the way the tambourine tries
• not to symbolize nakedness
• night looks good on these
• voices singing ooooh
• over police sirens
• the way blinking soothes an eye
• my room was a saxophone
• full of holes when i
• walked in and wondered
• how the floor stayed up
• most of it was rhythm
• nervous blinks
• the disappointing soundness
• of the obvious exits
• stretched out timelessly
• along their corridor