Maestros underground

Maestro, it is you and me again
We are playing Russian roulette with our words
I will forever be the devil among your cards
Your patience will never add up
Maestro looks at me over dark glasses
Swings the hammer in lead filled air
Tears it apart
The deep tones from the cello threatening to blow me out through the ground
Out of this sanatorium
The concertino hungers for air
Maestro plays
The devil is caught in the middle
The patience adds up in Maestros underground





Poetry by Evelyn
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Written on 2006-08-04 at 21:16

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Zachary P. B.
let them play the music, so we can hear, hear their words and thoughts, as far away or underground as they are... or as devilish and tricky we may be.

let them play, so we can dance.

"We are playing Russing roulette with our words"

ah, to not be afraid of what we say...

wondrous! you're norwegian? your english is simply spectacular. =) how long have you been studying?

z
2006-08-08


Love Knight
What a great experession in words in print and great write.
2006-08-04