a letter to a ghost
Phantoms come and phantoms go, but the stories they leave behind are less ephemeral.
Ziggy simply asked me to read you this Bukowski excerpt…
my piano says things back to
me.
sometimes the things are
scrambled and not very good.
other times
I get as good and lucky as
Chopin.
sometimes I get out of practice
out of tune. that’s
all right.
I can sit down and vomit on the
keys
but it’s my
vomit.
Alrighty then.
The Shortlist
It’s like sadboi Soundcloud rap only more likely to seduce a Frenchman.
The best of the rest
Ziggy’s piano.