James Tenney Stochastic Quartet

One, two
hues of potatoes
and curious under-dwelling forms
of clay and soft mouth
detritivores
insular cryptic creatures in crypts
wormwood and bile
the sauces of decay
brushed formaldehyde,
and steel fingers plucking the wire, the pixie pianist
steel fingers
light, delight
the tiny candle burns for you
brown hues, flickers through yellowed wax
potato earth
one, two.