dark as space,
i’m being lulled to sleep
by the musical notes of
Fredrick Chopin, buried by 750ml
of single malt scotch whisky,
as inspiration begins to flourish
when the beautiful complexity
of Johann Sebastian Bach
begins to fill the black, empty room.
eyes are closed, as i daydream and
motion about as if i’m the maestro
conducting the London Philharmonic Orchestra.
THWACK! I smack my face as I felt something
with multiple legs crawling upon my skin,
and then, as if on queue, Wolfgang Mozart’s
“Requiem” commences; my lips begin to swell,
anaphylactic shock in full assault, Darren Aronofsky
appears in front of me to deliver my final message:
“Kissed by the Black Widow” … “You’re Dead”
That’s just great. I knew I should have stuck with Hip-Hop.