listening to Mozart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zi8vJ_lMxQI



Requiem For The Classes

The city awakens to siren calls of neon arabesques and harem music halls/a King is rotting underneath his crown of mahogany wainscotting/Justice suffocating in eiderdown/
Cellphone towers rise like metallic spider legs supporting a pained and bilous sky/jealous gods must feed tonight/crosses short circuit from hot wired prophecies too profane to die/mammoth hydras masquerade as prima donnas soiling seasoned fingers in everyone's pie/
Tweedle Dee and Enemy are shooting craps behind the Veterans Club whilst such good mothers seal some deals in infant parts/The Red Queen waits at the starting gate set to corner the market in poison darts~




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Written on 2016-10-17 at 02:45

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Brilliant poem!
2016-10-17