like hummingbird wings
my simple strings
flutter for keen eyes to catch
some wind played percussion
on the front porch
changing tempo every second
panic-stricken hearts
trying to keep up
low bored beat down
humming of a man
thumps along the path
towards downtown
or out
mostly just hanging around
drowned out by the din
the cacophony of his perpetual tape delay
mechanical music
some golem of aluminum
piano keys and tin drum
feverish tubes and the soft puttering cough
of exhaust
exhausting chameleon fingers strain
shaking rigidity aches in refrain
my simple strings are muted
everything built to return
has returned to the ground
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