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Music That Cannot Exist (Free verse) by Fetylum

"Have you heard the music that cannot exist?" A kid walked up and said to me, "Do you know who you wanna be?" Blue butterflies smashed on windowshields. "Can you please do this for me?" It's all over you now, "Can I borrow your pencil?" Now jump on through my windowshield, Smash into my steering wheel and we can crash into my homey cliffside. "Do do you know where you are?" Nodding along with two other sets of eyes, to music that cannot exist. Rolling over roads unseen, frozen expressions through blurry scenes. "Can you, be the one," Cars dancing through the rain's simplicity, "to tell me where I am?" Driving through the crowded sidewalks, "Press X!" Twenty points will get you fifty years. Don't fall off my homey cliffside, "Don't burp in class please." Spinning turns to make rubber fields, bobbing our heads to music that cannot exist. "You can't because you don't," Speeding over railways, gravel shots and red blue marks, "That will be twenty-two sixty.." Jumping cars, our three total forms bounce mightily. "Want to drive me home tonight?" And now we drive from the silver headlight. "Don't..smoke..crack..." Blurry is all, speeding along, our triple forms moving side to side as we bob our heads to music that cannot exist. "Why aren't you asleep?" High shrieks raise, black marked circles appearing from our spinning tires. "You're a disease, you no longer can please! LEAVE!" Windshield wipers and rain, flicking away smashed blue butterflies. "Maam?" Steam rolling up, cracks in the windshield unseen, flashlights and blurry faces skipping through, "Are you ok?" Our three sets of bodies dancing about, hands tapping on the steering wheel and seats, bobbing our heads to music that cannot exist. "Can you hear me?" Singing as we slide, dancing through the rain as we tap the steering wheel and seats, moving from side to side, eyes wide shut as we bob our heads to music that cannot exist. Dragged from the car to the black and white car that really did exist. We kept staring in oblique shock as we are pushed into the black seats that really, do, exist. "What were you guys thinking..?" Roaring rears up, the engine soars out, speeding on wet streets. Private authority touches the dial, smashing a blue butterfly on the windshield. "Stop them!" Shouted another outside our new auto. Screeching through steam as our eyes set to gleams, "Press Alt-F4," Our four sets of bodies dancing about, hands tapping on the steering wheel and seats. Bobbing our heads, to music that cannot exist.

<{Baba^Yaga}> 16-Dec-02/2:39 PM
"to music that cannot exist" is the only worth while quote in i would suggest making

"Our four sets of bodies dancing about, hands tapping on the steering
wheel and seats. Bobbing our heads, to music that cannot exist." the whole poem, but that's impossible isn't it cuz that would just ruin your point now wouldn't it. "press alt 4" what the fuck does that mean? oh wait...wait...i..almost..oh ha1ha!ha! NO.




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