by Brian Blanchfield

by Brian Blanchfield
     Careful， a night set on edge
     the European tradition of virtuoso
     and the raw desire to articulate.
     I pushed them both backward on the bed in the end
     and each played on， one first
     try and then another.
     Soft then on succession thought.
     The instrument all torso is loved where are held
     fitting the flown down housemartin with a reed
     or belying midway uncertainty
     in tandem the hands， and acts adolescent.
     A natural vaults a natural
     development， his farther back barn jacket
     American and strewn as if spare.
     Thought soft the crescendo all along
     saws， neither stroke inward or from the heart
     except it begins unbecoming
     building in roomy youth.
     We have our no， libido， go.
     Then all limbs arms and loudly I don't want to
     play down the skillless touch.