LOVE Poem: Chelsea’s Chickering, by Matt Cooper

My mistress Chelsea, she had an old Chickering piano
And I used to sit her on top of it and whisper to her.
Her smell, it was like the old ocean that we dream of now
When we ride through the blue plains, and look up at the sky
Wondering what dreams look like after the afterglow.
And I will never know personally what rides in the ocean of your mind, love.
But I know that I, sailing with the hurricanes and surfing
With Apollo and Poseidon, that the flow of you into me and the return flow
Of me into the future of us, it’s what this was for.
It’s what all of the tribulation and me being on trial was for.
Because I tried to put you on the stand, and it was bad.
It was bad bad, and I need to say this in so many languages, because I’m an animal
An animal an animal an animal an animal I am an animal!
And the leopards and the panthers play and the bears stand on their two feet calm,
But looking with eyes that could be dead and they are all still and tranquil now
But they shake on the inside with fear and respect for the love I had for Chelsea
Sitting on that old Chickering piano.
This is your gift in time.
This is your gift, this piano.
And my gift?
You.

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