Quantum Entanglement

by mk sukach

He ate violins
by the dozens
like drumsticks

and if he finished
in the allotted time,
drank himself silly

under the pier
that stretched far
into the sea

over which terns
skipped like flat
stones whose small

ripples swelled and rose
into the notes
of a hurricane

on the other side
of the earth
which, unpawled,

spun a little
while wild
into the cosmos

just shy of beyond a place
where another voice
he swore sang, too.

First appeared in Something Impossible Happens, Big Wonderful Press, 2014.