Fascinatin’ Rhythm


My room is like the cenobite’s cell

Because I must stay here

Though it is the hermit’s joy

Less and less to move

I want my car outside the door—nothing

Much, it simply gets me there


That’s the promise I want:

That I can leave, find faster air outside

Enjoy a slight change in dimension

A single shift in the horizon of my own events

Only enough for this, yes, this is how well I

Want to be



C L Couch


(title borrowed from the Gershwins, Ella Fitzgerald, Eleanor Powell)