Zen Ruination Part 2

 

and

Delivery

Is 

Guaranteed

On arrival.

Not in the space before it.

Before arrival

The space and time continuum

Bends and moves like 

a dull lava lamp,

Lamp extinguished.

The vacuum

Of free space

Travel on roads

Waiting and moving

Into and out of the void.

Cue those sweet,

Goddamn

Pianos

The gentle 1-2

of snare clicks

tap tappa

Tap tatata tat

A rich sub base

Sneaking up through the floor.

Something in the water.

Your package will arrive?

When it does

You will know

It was from us.

Not by the label.

There will be no label. 

-Cue the horn blast-

Still,

all is right and everything is in place again

And we just need your signature

-tinkling scales up the high notes of the piano-

the space between has been circumnavigated without the need for dead reckoning in and without running aground in tide pools of great inconsistency.

-sour saxophone bellowing-

Just sign

Dotted line

and we’ll take you right past the chorus

To the way the pieces come together in a final appreciative din and an end that writes itself.