Dear Friends-
Oh my word, my friends, my ladyfingers! – let me tell you all… intentional writing:
Excruciating!
Oh my word, my friends, my ladyfingers – let me say: On my brightest days I write
Page after page – up, down, all around.
And please let me say: Don’t I sound so, so sound…?
Take a peek in my big, black book;
Sneak a sideways stare at the scribbles, my nods to neolithic linguistics;
And then let me ask:
What’s a person to pen down today with the gross amount of brain waves already
Rippling through the pond?
It’s purely a pursuit of a pulse in vain, these efforts are all in vain!
I shot back to the corner in utter horror, for the accident was much to behold.
The scene: sinking.
The stage: collapsing.
The actor: unmasking.
And the drama’s author: tight like a violin string under tremendous tension.
Yelps, human howls, and locust sounds weaved their ways into the sine wave
Depicting violins playing in a shrieking key;
Violent violins, very violent…:
Music without words – what does it say?
A motion picture soundtrack – I’ve found a format:
A page per thought, a rectangle in shape, a cigarette box in size.
-From Xanax, with Love
