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Drones for Winter

concerto for organ and string orchestra

composed for Paul Giessner

2017


program note.


Drones for Winter

I.

Cigarettes

Coal Refineries

Breath

Throwing water out the window

Black Coffee

Mufflers on a Highway

Dusting Snow in the Wind

AC exhaust of a City Skyline at morning

The Mississippi at Dusk

indoor pools

burning old Love Letters

aerosol

the burgundy scarf your friend crocheted for you

thin Clouds

Hotboxing

the humidifier attacking the common cold

geysers

street cleaners at night

the phrase “blowing smoke up your ass”

Wine and a bath

Dust in Sunbeams

Waking up to a lover singing, getting dressed

Orange Cats

Morning sex

placing my hand under my lover’s shirt when we’d lie together

The way we were before this.

II

Please if you could turn the fire off when you leave, you would make me happy. Dinner is at seven and I will be proposing to you so wear the suit with the navy, the forest green, and the burgundy that I love you in, and I’ll wear my red pants, the shirt you kept me from throwing out, and our small infinities together. It’s cold out, so don’t forget your heavy coat (like you always do). If all goes well, we will have a baby named James in two years time.

III

We were rich with diamonds

in our

hands

until they melted through

the cracks of

our fingers and water droplets

now soaking

into our skin returning to

our body

as those droplets

were once

our fallen tears in a past

incarnation

Evaporated into the

skyclouds

and were enveloped by the

skyclouds

and became the

skyclouds

and our tears were the

skyclouds

Frozen by the heat of

winter

and then like tiny undamned

Lucifers

cast out from the

sky

onto the ground in this

tree top city

where it sat among the other

diamonds in the snow

that we then picked up and let

melt in our

hands.





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