the contours within the breaks is auricular to the point
of being a five-note anemone to end the second
phrase going inward like breath circling— dear desire to
drown myself every day, dearest king neptune, you can’t do me
no harm like light fingers of moon on the water for sound-
check: where is the piano in the sea? taken to the water
a tone more varied inward searching mute going inward, deeper
than a bite, this deep, in the deep, explore how deep
is lowdown and what color is bottom. that curved timing
is sexy on the boundaries and giving the left the right to conjure. the fingers
find and break the contours by ear, concord sharpens the point.
took a pint with me to the water where the piano is in the sea,
laid out, and baptized my subconsciousnesses tightly together
in nuances. now, none but the righteous shall. now, hush sweetly
these other waters, in essence, horizon note, clarity dance of magnificent
ocean depths, epitome in discrete blue, that interval. up out, earl of harlem.
makalani bandele has received fellowships from the Kentucky Arts Council, Cave Canem, Vermont Studio Center, and Millay Colony for the Arts. His work has been published in several anthologies, and in many in-print and online literary journals. He is the author of one book of poems, hellfightin’. You can find him on Twitter and Facebook.