the piccolo overcompensating

scouring my great nation with soapy operatic grit
my great notion grubby and fecund
hungry and charming

lost in the universal tonal earth
lost in spontaneous hymns and primal sounds

spewing across this vast continent
notions of pearls and swine
myriad surprises in many-plied guises

the dry, lazy guys
at Bink's Package Store
finally thirsty drunk
turning up the radio
buzz building, humming

the weekend begins
deafening wobbly long
growling ascendant
this evening begins
with a 66 decibel sunset

no guitar no cellos no violas
one lone note drifting awkwardly
on target
the piccolo
overcompensating

the boy poets uncompensated