by Maria Mize
...learning different themes is a crafty haunting with its own desserted screams.
A NIGHT AT THE OPERA
Cacophony and Euphony
Cackling like a hen and snorting through her nose,
laughing quite contagious, but at the same time gross...
Then in the seat behind me, sneezing like a flute:
Was I really at the opera or a house of ill-repute?
Bothersome noise comes to a sublime, and stifled halt.
In the wonder of silence has the earthquake formed a fault?
As the stage begins to glitter and the curtain floateth hither,
All sound effects adrift, float quietly downriver.