by Wynn Everett
Editor’s Note: Catch Wynn Everett in the new HBO series “The Newsroom”.
his life was full of ends that didn’t rhyme
unlike the stories he sang to me on the phone
when one left him on a saturday, another on a
tuesday, never a clean rhythm, unless walking
down seventh, but feet always sound different
than doors. it was hard for him to start another
knowing the fall at the end, without closure
or agreeable verse but that was the appeal of it all,
uneven fragments, strung along, making sense
in half-rhyme and odd flutters, no common alliterations
or sounds, just broken beats that surged as
his fingers pounded on minor keys.