ambivalence measure in fragmented broken utterances
extravagant things to be said with lackluster words
confusion professed in a purposeful manner
and nobody seems to know what i'm trying to say.
i'm just attempting to orchestrate
a sweetly distressed symphony
something that tickles, then bites the ears
only for the purpose of opening your eyes for a minute
i'm tapping my conductor's baton and now
here comes my brilliant orchestra with ready minds and open hands
are you listening? to the much fuller version of myself
with spilled accidentals and failures
and backstabbing sharps and disappointing flats
as i raise my hands to play disaster...
will someone please point out that i'm in the wrong key?
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