We Go Places We Do Not Go Places

And Saturday we're heading to the opera your favorite 

I'm more of an instrumental individual myself isn't that the way 

with woodwind players clutching their cases protecting the inlay 

of soft velvet like the alto we may hear the tenor sounding like Saturday 

evening, evening the score placating the store of vocal riches

At the moment I am hearing Mozart in my head-

phones fluting me away from daylight toward an overlord of fresh 

new elocution (There is a monastic monster in my back-

ground pack) of virtuoso get-rich-quick unturning of stone 

cold sobriquet in case you've daffodil-ed away with sketches

turned to paint the repertoire to hatch a voice that's liquid sure 

of knowledge I'm not clear is authentic authorized authored 

thoracic as a chip implanted to reason with the body turned

to mindful mind full of itself and strings and nominative 

violins charmed to feeder cities stippled with minx flight 

such that only one day of the week the weaklings prompt us 

to congeal within I'm game for same without frosting framing 

sudden success or lack thereof with fate shaped like hesitate 

so watch your back-flip quietly sip the preach free to vary 

among varicose vein limber intonation resembling a pleth-

of raindrops pocking the skin the sinful posse of wakeful 

dread undreamed stay right here and chaperone yon

elders claiming primacy over recency once detained 

by those termed betters battering up the battery park blaze 

of mint new faltering ripe old trimmed down wine.

Back to Saturday already reeling in my steel-cut mindset

Strumming blaze of light I feel with you, you unexpected

Unexplained untainted blaze (Where did you come from

Overt with un-raining Pentecost a flame inflamed 

with redhead frost

Will we hear back from the sky surmounting our stretch

To reach into each stave thundering amid vast-breasted

Sopranos surrounded by hoop skirts not skirting the perch

On which presides each rainbow in the color wheel uncalculated

Yet palpable as your everlasting loveliness 

My love dramatically flourishing near the center of your being

Constantly refusing to leave you posit will roust itself 

From some infamous resurrection you claim by way of 

an habitual suggestion I have left you unwittingly 

by the side of the road.