Music

Music

the finest music
like the finest paintings
like a good joke
like a few drinks
or tokes
briefly
places our world
of struggles
and uncertainty
as background noise
as they play

i suppose
love
and romantic
infatuation
do the same thing
as well as
an engaging
engrossing
athletic contest
does
too

as do these words
sometimes
as i struggle
with syllables and letters
like chords and notes
to make something
out of them
in the a.m.
over coffee
keeping the world
on its leash
for an hour or two
just long enough
to think
and feel enough
to make 
a little more sense
of it
and hoping it'll stick
in faith
of a better morning
tomorrow
before the p.m.
of today
unleashes
the goddamned world
of obligations
responsibilities
and our
half-selves
back
at the center
of everything
to wash away
most
of what hits the page
in the morning's
brief 
precious moments
before
everything
necessarily
turns
murky
again