Carl Dull


"Sounds like 4 minutes and 33 seconds"

Heavy banks of corpulent smoke

Hang in the malignant air, like a pointless joke,

Told at an awkward point in time.

Screams of pathetic angst, devoid of rhyme

Or reason, crash against the air and break

In harsh waves upon my ears- fake

Airs of talent and inspiration

exude the players, like the trickling perspiration

Leaking down the lead guitarist's forehead,

(and though he may smell alive, I am quite sure he's dead)

Their whining imitations if integrity,

are soon dispersed into a sea of recycled decadence.

A single chain separates the audience

From the choked and amplifier-cluttered stage.

Mere children, embracing the trappings of older age,

Gather together in a flock, and gaze,

(Content to waste through idle, unambitious days)

With glassy eyes upon the band;

The singer's songs are sounding bland,

And begin to grate upon my ears,

Like the rusty grinding of long-unoiled gears.

The scene becomes a comedy-

filled with children wearing harlequin clothes:

But ten years from now the melody will not have slowed,

and then they will not be so eager to imitate

those cheeks, those eyes, those lips, the mask they will then hate

As the sister fates' predestined threads begin to trace

Slow growing lines across their faces.

 

A girl, (she maybe dreams of quick romance)

and a boy (whose brain is in his cock), begin to dance,

Like plumes of smoke escaping from a fire,

They writhe, they twist, and when they tire

Of the game, they pass together through the weary air

And ascend an infamous, unspoken stair-

No doubt they both intend to prove

their love (How sweet!) So after weed, or maybe only booze,

There's nothing left for them to loose-

Sweet love indeed!

Love as a mongrel loves a bitch in heat,

Love as two sweaty slabs of meat

Beat and bang and slam against each other

In wild unorchestrated frenzy.

 

So about half a measure later, he clumsily

stumbles down the stairs,

While she delays her entrance for a beat. Finally

she slinks back down and slides back to the symphony

of tone-deaf instruments, cacophony, and apathy.


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