Chopin
It’s when the music hits
and you fall back
can’t tell left from right
and you fall
right into
silk sheets
all
pillows
and right
when you thought
the ground
was all
sharp edges
you
find
lightening
warm on the skin
it tells you the secret
of how the oceans work
you forget that smiles
equal out the tears
it makes you
put your hands into the soil
and rub the roots of the
Earth
between your fingertips.
Life On The Other Side
it appears:
shadows above and below
it happens:
when you walk down the street
flash:
the truth of the world
behind this one
this night
flower-quiet
yellow light
glowing bored
over parked cars
whisper-madness
the secret:
dandelion clocks
cutting
through vision
landing right back
into the dream itself.
Several Second Lives
music makes more sense
naked
without bones
free to let your soul
spill across the bar
moving through the crowds
feeling the breath on your neck
letting silhouettes become
friends
hope is drunk
the half moon is your excuse
in dirty clothes
with whiskey breath
when death finally comes
you hope it’s
finally
for the last time.
About the author:
Matthew D’Abate is the creative director of Le Chat Noir Productions, a film, literary, and music production company based in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. His short stories, reviews, and poetry have appeared in Thieves Jargon, Dogmatika, Cherry Bleeds, Words-Myth, and Zygote In My Coffee.
