His room was always a royal mess
& hard as he tried he couldn’t tame
the onslaught of junk, agglomeration
of books & notes, mismatched socks
& tattered T-shirts, candy wrappers
& shoes with frayed laces.
 
He orchestrated a melodic path out
with perfectly organized compact discs,
the 98 satiny circles placed
in sheltered sleeves. When he unzipped
the black leather-padded case
he could view the entire collection.
 
While his room swirled in rubble 
& rebellious mayhem the soundtrack
of his life was grouped & classified
–- from Prince to Big Bill Broonzy
to Nirvana. Every genre sang with precision
from his beautiful & jumbled brain.