Sonnet 32
From this floor I think of songs to play
on the shiny lotto piano I won.
I string them out, finish them off, and
there, I’m done.
From this floor I think of songs to play
on the shiny lotto piano I won.
I make a tune in minor C (but ever so sweet)
so there, I’m done.
I play songs—
I bought a piano . . .
I mean I won it—
I mean I bought it with what I won . . .
from this floor I’ll try to try to play
with everything good, with everything gone.