class:
instructor: Tom Molanphy
student: Barry Blankenship
I Wonder
I wonder what sound I'll make next
pouring whiskey into a glass
or the slap of skin to latex
perhaps I'll rant and rave
maybe about the word I read
or the image made
mayhaps I'll dwell in a scent
snort last nights sheets like heroin
or drift down into that place of my head
the whiskey works quick
especially when your realize who you're with
or when you can't come or your ego goes limp
I'll make the sound of a scream
one that happens because of imagination constipation
or that my fingers can't stroke the right key
I'll follow with a harmony
because anger and pain have and hold so much beauty
or cause it sounds better when it's coming from a guy on whiskey
all things sound better with a beat
so imagine hell as a drummer
and sister marry magdaline on the tambourine
This always happens when your forced to play
winding down the stairs on the scenic rout of the idea highway
this is my body doing one thing while the mind goes and stays
mornings look closer when the bottle is gone
you rise when you could have sworn it was dusk
but in work interlude, you wish the moon was the sun
and now for the feeling I peel
let it come upon me in a moneyshot of ignorance
or seep into my skin for being in all ways, but not always belligerent.