It's Still Life

Music Ripe as Raspberries

A cigar, he says, is like narration,
it sets the scene, and he’s playing
his fiddle as if it’s a woman, fingers

an insatiable eternal hunger, and
the air’s upbeat with scratchy voices,
words fast and a finger-width apart,

and his teeth, the colour of walnut
and chrome, gnash on that cigar as
music pours out the door like fury.

Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “Upbeat” . AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney