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
a
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