concerto for organ and string orchestra
composed for Paul Giessner
2017
program note.
Drones for Winter
I.
Cigarettes
Coal Refineries
Breath
Throwing water out the window
Black Coffee
Mufflers on a Highway
Dusting Snow in the Wind
AC exhaust of a City Skyline at morning
The Mississippi at Dusk
indoor pools
burning old Love Letters
aerosol
the burgundy scarf your friend crocheted for you
thin Clouds
Hotboxing
the humidifier attacking the common cold
geysers
street cleaners at night
the phrase “blowing smoke up your ass”
Wine and a bath
Dust in Sunbeams
Waking up to a lover singing, getting dressed
Orange Cats
Morning sex
placing my hand under my lover’s shirt when we’d lie together
The way we were before this.
II
Please if you could turn the fire off when you leave, you would make me happy. Dinner is at seven and I will be proposing to you so wear the suit with the navy, the forest green, and the burgundy that I love you in, and I’ll wear my red pants, the shirt you kept me from throwing out, and our small infinities together. It’s cold out, so don’t forget your heavy coat (like you always do). If all goes well, we will have a baby named James in two years time.
III
We were rich with diamonds
in our
hands
until they melted through
the cracks of
our fingers and water droplets
now soaking
into our skin returning to
our body
as those droplets
were once
our fallen tears in a past
incarnation
Evaporated into the
skyclouds
and were enveloped by the
skyclouds
and became the
skyclouds
and our tears were the
skyclouds
Frozen by the heat of
winter
and then like tiny undamned
Lucifers
cast out from the
sky
onto the ground in this
tree top city
where it sat among the other
diamonds in the snow
that we then picked up and let
melt in our
hands.
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