Whereistherhythmoftheselines,whatthehellhappenedtoitsrhyme?Icannottellwordforlineandlineforstanza.Weusedtoreadandlikeit.Sometimes,secretly,Icried.Whatmouthhasdaredchewthemeaning?See,nowIdonotknowwhatIamreading.Istheresomethingbehind,hidden,orisitjustwhatweneed,deserve,toseethevanityofourpassionrisingandfallingliketune,wheninunpluggedconcerts,singersmakedo?Thatsnowballofpurity,didIthrowittoyou,orwasitsomeoneelse?IamsureIhavereadthispoembefore.
© Christos P.R. Tsiailis
(28-08-98)
© Christos P.R. Tsiailis
(28-08-98)
