slow jam tonight
as the piano echoes the keys before.

hey man, he says slowly,
why the hell are we here?
its so terrible and unprobable
that we should find ourselves here in this song
i say yeah, that is quite queer.
but things are how they are

and i guess we'll chime in
and the keys on the piano
are pulling our strings and the hammers
smash the chords
smash the hearts
of broken souls
smash the floors with barely a whisper.
and the piano just goes on,
echoing the keys played before,
never realizing it's part of something more.
and he plays on forever
until his strings snap
and the fingers punching the keys go numb
and then the broken notes will still play on discord
till the keyboard is tattered shattered and torn
and no notes will come out anymore.
then, the men in that song will die
and be put to rest
as the broken instrument
shatters through the floor.

01/11/2003

Posted on 01/11/2003
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