Charlie Augments the 4th

They musical with room of instruments
them gospelling sang with rock & roller’s tools
—them hypocrites who took an oath against the sins
but Charlie not know nothing ‘bout all that
those chord they mush together sound of bland as sprouts.

Charlie somehow am nature-ally of a piano
had never sat behind those keys of chiaroscuro
but gently fingers rouse a harmony out that wooden box.
First thought him clever with a tune, perhaps
a saintly fella after all, them Jesus Army thunks were form.
Experiments with chords and notes
& fumbles on augmented 4th, to silence turn attonitum!

Continued bangs it childishly with menace thud
for an ungodly hour
—he don’t known how to end the joy
his eyes been closed in the enjoy of that augmented 4th
—STOP THAT RACKET! STOP IT STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!
eventual nerves end arrived… (them tolerate good  n’well)
his guitar blessed with holy tap-water snaps in splinters
from a truculent bash across the keys
& replicates the chord that Charlie tireless play
: you’m liking that chord as more much than me?
An fidgety atmosphere blank Charlie caused
a chevron-serried them frown got, him too silly brained to note

—the Jesus lover combs misplaced hairs that strayd
bows out with huffs to pray his sinful anger off.
muttering while getting on his exit
the blood of the lamb the blood of the lamb the … /// …