Emotional Music

4

I was visited by an idea for a poem I could never write
cigarette smoke wafted in in moderation
(the right amount)
big receptacles on wheels were wheeled about
making their nervous chatter known

3

I'd been told there were 32 versions of Jesus
& thought of you as I stood in the kitchen
staring down into the teapot
gently punching teabags about with my spoon

2

the changeling wore dark glasses, took a taxicab
the oracle pried open the subway doors
he used his flute

1

a hand is being moved like a wand
when I slap this ham, open your eyes