magpie tales, heaveeeeee, man.

1 Kg
One kilogram
One cagey
I Kay, gee
I wait you see
by your door
your window o'er
and the notes
drift to my ear
from on high
out your casement
hearing you play
your flat out of plumb
and a creak of wheels
rusty casters
against hardwood
and you play still,
Kay,
falling
into the street
a weight heavy
of polished triple-posted spruce
sees the light of day
and smashes with rider
195.044 Kg onto me.