beating

Like blood splatter__an expensive pattern__on paddle eternal, invisible grain WhackWhompHer voice looms against the pounding__train, deafening wifi connection__four bars of uninterrupted violence PlunkPopCarve the rolling sky, quick cocaine clouds__from the teeth of the vibrating afternoon__like too tight strings__of a violin Then she is gone, voice vanishingdespite intentions worsefor imagination, The symphony tunes, unaffectedOaken oar washed,…