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