A Song Entitled Air Mozart
The sunlight
was a bright coolness-
the sun itself-
a shiny
buttercup tossed, its petals
plucked and spread
silently
upon the campus, and slung
into an apartment
through unwashed windows,
slicing a chicken-egg -hued
interior.
And within
the sunlit dwelling, sat obesity-female-
graceless but so...nice,
who desparately
thought that day to appeal
to the Spring-lit noon!
The cold light,
commixed with the unwanted
(and unsolicited)burn(s)
of a sexual violence
had grabbed the unattractive entity
as it always does,
and pressed her hard,
flattened her and tried to rub
her Irish-
British blonde
flesh into.. the air...
and she thinks
of this,
and other..things...when she plays
Mozart's "Air".
A Revision of a Poem on April 27, 2022
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