METAMORPHOSIS
It’s
funny, when I was little, I never looked at my phone
to see
if someone had written me a letter that I could not toss into a roaring fire
WRITING DESK
The dictionary is really just a tree with leaves that fall to the
ground. I like to pick them up
and make them into funny shapes. Once a year I collect them all
and put them into a basket and burn them so that they might grow again. But never in Fall. Never in Fall.
AIRBORNE
I dreamt I was walking on a sidewalk behind an orchestra single
file on their way to lunch.
I was the 111th person in line. Which made me think I was really
thinking about war rather than music. Or perhaps symmetry and food. Of perhaps
that we float in the air in a melody at night.
Ricky Garni grew up in Miami
and Maine. He works as a graphic designer by day and writes music by night. COO, a tiny collection of short prose printed
on college lined paper with found materials such as coins, stamps, was recently
released by Bitterzoet Press.