My Appreciation Of Schoenberg

There once was a simple salesman,
too crude to sell used cars,
who won the right, in an unfair fight,
to buy his own self-portrait
with violins gleaming grease,
as sweet as concrete.

image: po

Dylan Harris
97-99

it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
fear in flight, god
dog sea
push pop
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