final

syncopation

these were the shots that

never existed, but

were still heard 'round the world

the bellowing of beautiful melodies

stealing hearts,

syncopated beating

secretly accenting the show

rose brass harmonies

perfect fifths,

dominant sevenths

the hands are shaking,

stirring the dusty

chemically saturated air,

feebly supporting

golden-hued laughter and

red tinted silences

now there's

linear, yet

curved fingers around

worn black oak armrests,

previously gripped when

lacking a loved ones hand

***

i wrote this for my english final last semester, we were to go through a whole semester's worth of writing for our favorite quotes, then we had to make a patchwork composition of small chunks of those quotes, a poem of sort. probably my first and last final that i'll enjoy doing.