This New Song.

In an act of unexpected dissonance,
the tritone struck like the rain on a day
sunny otherwise and ninety degrees,
first a tap tapping of a major chord
eight solid beats, then the minor third
then the diminished fifth
of a flat seven, the rain it falls from heaven.
Unexpected then jumping up
the scale, skipping third and resting on the
fifth before making it's triumphant return.
your losing the stability in which you work,
the fourth rings major chord,
then your friends find discontent
and the minor tones sound the start of dissonance,
but then a hero dies and the diminished fifth
ring just six, then rests,
and I can only hope the scale whistles
through the silence
sometime
soon.

In Love

I'm a bubble boy,
and you, you like roses,
well they burst me
like shook sodas, see,
and spilling fizzily
I cough and belch
while you laugh and point
rather than help,
and I laugh, too,
because I know I'll end up
all over you.
I know that when you
come clean, I'll
be sure you'll be seen.
I'll be sure to build
a stage on a hill,
a theater in the round,
a round monolith seemingly
sprouting from the ground,
and I'll buy those roses
and prick my thick skin
and pop like soda
and spill my guts and
pressured contents
all over both of us.