Sofia, Sofia Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Sofia, Sofia



lend me your comb....
I straddle a balalaika, petulant former cellist that I am....
as the autoharpies give chase.....
waxing paper-shipped,
etuis crammed with
skinned flints and posthumorous chantings.....
to end on a note lacking grace......with
only a paradiddles framing yon cenotaph?

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