Mellotron/Oboe: An Original Poem by Keith Ferrera

    Mellotron/Oboe

Call Miguel from Level 2.
He say's he's coming in here.
With Parroket he squawks.
At little, if nothing, he quakes.

He's registered bi-lateral.
He swarms when no one is looking.
His heart skips beats ...
But, he's quiet... Nobody knows.

He speaks monotone, mumbles, mocks.
Dances to cars, swerves away from you.
Tip-toes softly to star rumble.
(No where in the room, really)

Marks the places that need time.
Smoothes out the wrinkles.
Worships that Monkey with Celestine ...
Hands; invisible extensions.

Cringing, it hurts, ALL of the past.
Smashed to bits and in a black, little ball
Dark Matter, abhorred and mistreated devil...
but, just made of glass, harmless and rhetorical.

- Written By 'Siva de Ferrera [a.k.a. Keith Ferrera]

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