It was too silent like as if John cage
were playing the piano
and no one felt safe
someone threw up in the dark
the alcohol in me came to quickly
and stars brightened and the streets turned to waves of light
Monet or was it Matisse
I believe Monet was dead
and Matisse was laughing his
head off while painting the drunk street
into his mind of colours
jazz kills opera
****** becomes a fad
the spider dreams of its
teeth in flesh
little girls dance
on the stage
and the mothers will cry
with their veins popping
out their forehead from cheering
the little girls do not hear
the cheers
it’s silent as john cage finishes
his piece
and now we can hear the clapping
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 9:50 AM UTC
It was too silent like as if John cage
were playing the piano
and no one felt safe
someone threw up in the dark
the alcohol in me came to quickly
and stars brightened and the streets turned to waves of light
Monet or was it Matisse
I believe Monet was dead
and Matisse was laughing his
head off while painting the drunk street
into his mind of colours
jazz kills opera
****** becomes a fad
the spider dreams of its
teeth in flesh
little girls dance
on the stage
and the mothers will cry
with their veins popping
out their forehead from cheering
the little girls do not hear
the cheers
it’s silent as john cage finishes
his piece
and now we can hear the clapping
prose
surreal
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