Monday, January 3, 2011

Terrible Music

How can beautiful be love  made terrible?
How can noble and aesthete become obnoxious?
Base.
How can bad be transformed to worse?
Scream.
How can guitar music, well played, become debate?
Cry.
Sink to an abysmal depth of nauseous canker.
Rank.
Come the The Island on a hot sunny Sunday.
Hear the driveling busker.
And you will know.

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