Chopin piano no 4



Chopin piano no 4

 

All night 
David has been listening to music

All of a sudden 
a thought 
enters David’s head 
that he should 
at least try an’ write 
in the background 
a
meter 
ticks and tocks

Maybe poetry is not 
such a good idea 
David is 
thinking

Perhaps 
some prose 
without 
the flowers 
more writing 
and 
perhaps

 

A splash of red 
on the canvas

 

David is thinking

Some where in the distant 

piano 
far away plays


Chopin's no4

You can hear it


Cant you?

 

Fuck prose

 

David

Thinks that it’s all poverty


Slave to a thought

 

This poetry is funny

We all need to talk

Walk

Isn’t that it 
fucking chains?


Words

David says

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