Music I Own

is marred with silence and drifting
clouds

of a family at home
wondering what to do

with Christmas lights blowing in the wind

married to what is
fashioned but missing

a sip of
beer over a period of time

some crazy form of medieval
casserole and cold coffee

no actual horizon

my sixth grade self staring at the
wall - a black paper

something in my past no one will
remember when I die

William E. Dudley