APES WEAR THEIR SOULS
devils cutting capers without a body or head
living on stage/knowing the fatal outcome
Death rings you on the talking device
it knows your name, your number
the only place left for art
is beyond reach
modern art
riddled
with errors
what the hell ?
we have passed this world
jazz has been erased, no more masquerade
the latch remains unlatched, Robert Frost long dead
all horrible his torso, his vacant eyes
the cash flow was there
his whore words
untouched
CONVERSATIONAL POETRY 