Geometry is shaped by faces
And i’m sitting on an ice sheet
In the middle of the ocean
I am playing a piano.
This wasn’t the plan.
You aren’t partial
to my puns
About being adrift
Puns, funnier when they lack
literalism , at least point
To a lack.
I pace around thinking
And make a grid
One point of a parabola
You said, if you love me
So much why don’t you write
A poem about it. This iceberg symphony
I sit on this ice
Trying to compose
A piece about etiquette
I’m sitting on this ice, but wondering
If I can be coquettish
I’m sitting on this ice
And my ass is cold.
I’m using a player piano
But this symphony is still
For you. And a few others.
It’s a toy piano, but i’m not a boy
Only you make me feel like one
When you run on the land
And still can’t catch the gentle drift
credits
from Moods: Recognition,
released October 29, 2019
Poem by Ryan Carson
Vocal Recordings by Ryan Carson
Composed by Nichole Shinn
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