brass tubas, genetically re-engineered
to mimic cellos in October
my own lunacy, more difficult to chronicle
madness ensued, prompted by hospitalization
(having worked herself into this hysterical state)
her husband, a NASA psychiatrist
established himself as a fleeting episode,
likely to pass with a night's rest,
dissipate with adequate distraction,
fade, like an unfinished poem,
not
unlike brass tubas