chamber music

I haven’t told you 

what i think,

if that man

must be silenced,

as i was silent

all the years

he taught me

how to sing.


The crotchets

on the stave

spread panic 

in my brain,

yet to sing them

was to gain

a place

away from him.


He would clasp me

by the wrist, pull

my zipper 

down an inch, 

run a finger

down my prick,

say how grown up 

i seemed.


He was quick to warn

since i was growing tall

how my instrument

would crack

like a porcelain 

knick knack,

but saying that

how nicely i performed.