What I Wrote After Hearing Your Message

I get in from seeing you

check my messages then turn on the radio

Mozart signs his name with a violin’s tune

the thaumaturgy of music

violin bows become magic wands

inspiration three centuries dead serenades the embers to this dying year.

You sounded like you didn’t want to sound nervous

on my answering machine.

If ol’ Wolfgang can’t hide himself while he’s buried beneath three centuries worth of earth

and time

ages before we could catch sound like flies

on strips of tape we turn into music

the power to manipulate atmosphere

(imagine the shower scene in Psycho to the theme to Loony Tunes.)

Music tames the savage beast and tonight I am that savage beast

and still Mozart will always be A Little Night Music

there he is

exposed by an entire orchestra.

So, what hope do you think you have

cloaking your tone with me, the one whose mouth shared your own

less than one meal ago.

I could taste how tasteless was your kiss

I know Mozart’s portrait when I see him

just like

I know second thoughts

when I hear them

exposed like an open fly

on my answering machine.

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4 thoughts on “What I Wrote After Hearing Your Message

  1. granbee

    Peter, this poem manages to be brutally honest and yet somehow forgiving, eventually, someday, maybe? I REALLY liked the two lines where ” I know Mozart’s portrait when I see him just like I know second thoughts when I hear them.” That is such a contrast in proprieties with the “exposed like an open fly on my answering machine.” See, THAT is why I turn my phones off when I am writing, researching, etc. With my phone service, people think they have the wrong number and do not leave messages. As they know only too well, if they are trying to reach me for a REAL emergency, they can send over one of my law enforcement-type neighbors! Hey, now THERE’s an idea for a ditty, hugh?

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  2. Louise Jaques

    Peter I love this so much. It really spoke to me, as a lover of music, as a lover of Mozart, but especially as a lover of words and your skilfull weaving of them. You make touching, thought-provoking music of your own.

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    1. cottonbombs Post author

      Thank you, Louise. All art is subjective and one person`s masterpiece is another person`s piece of masturbation. But, (please forgive me starting a sentence with a conjunction) if you do not like Mozart, you simply do not hear beauty.

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