The Birth of Rhosonny
Rivers of blood converged through millennia,
each conversion an expansion and contraction
until diverted into two fork
Qaal
I’m from the
Bronx, and then they took me
and dropped me out of airplanes
into the jungles of Viet Nam.
Hear it in the Rain
To hear it in the rain, lying in the back seat
of a ’62 Valiant, parked on the new streets
The Rhythm
The beat of the pulse is the same as that of the heart; of course, it is variable in speed.. ~Arnold Dolmetsch
Everywhere, always, there was rhythm.
The world and its contents: rhythm
Rhosonny’s Last Piano
“No tools? Can’t help you.” It looked hopeless.
He was already in the 40’s. Pearl, Worth,
Broadway, Franklin, Broome, Bleeker, Jane,
Somewhere in the West 20s, then around the block
From the Empire State, then 39th off Park