WHEN YOU PLAY THE VIOLIN SO HARD THE STRING BREAKS

when you
play the violin
so hard
the string
breaks

when
you beat
the horse
nearly
to death

just screaming
go faster go faster
now

i need you
to stop
but it doesn’t

when you wake
up
buried
beneath a pyramid of
your own heartbreak

you start
to realize that
not everything
is as black
and white
as films
(once were)

you’re gonna break
the strings

you’re gonna be
out

in nowhere
in requiem

and realize that
you
should be locked down
in eulogy

you should be
you should be

let this world
tell you more about what
you are

let this world
continue to chisel off
your personality

til you’re sculpted
perfect beautiful
adonis angel silhouette
of great america
of pride of esteem
of wine aged to the day
of parade
of vast portrait
hanging
delicately above
the fire

when you
play the violin
so hard
the string
breaks

you are left with
three strings
a patient audience
and a lethal dose
of reality

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2016

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Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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