Saturday, May 07, 2016
He seemed to play his heart out
in his bluegreen near-fluorescence.
The white piano like a toy.
Then he turned to me and cried
“I do it all for you! Never can
there be another!”
“Well, thank you.”
“Can you give me some small hope?
For such romantic bits of bits I live!”
“But...you’re a hologram! Size of Barbie.”
“Nonetheless! Oh...well.” He picked up
his sheet music and vibrated away from
the piano, trailing ribbons of greenish
light, the papers he shed drifting back like
glowing postage stamps.