(Art Antonin Artaud) – (Poem Jay Simpson)
High Key
Hostile sounds mesmerize audiences
bring arguments to the fore
sell dissonance at the marketplace
muddle keys the signature
riffle through neurotic manuscripts
break pencils across ardent scores
trivial trills are thrust into limelight
notations removed burnt sacrificed
conductor’s baton lost in battle
timpani’s warning way too late
gunshots heard from back of house
the body count the perfect pitch
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Poetry Jay Simpson 