NC (25/07/1989 / Townsville)


After a black day, I play Haydn,

and feel a little warmth in my hands.

The keys are ready. Kind hammers fall.

The sound is spirited, green, and full of silence.

The sound says that freedom exists

and someone pays no tax to Caesar.

I shove my hands in my haydnpockets

and act like a man who is calm about it all.

I raise my haydnflag. The signal is:

"We do not surrender. But want peace."

The music is a house of glass standing on a slope;

rocks are flying, rocks are rolling.

The rocks roll straight through the house

but every pane of glass is still whole.

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This is a poweerful warning against drunkenness. It ia aptly a warning especially to young boys because we are loosing to many of them because of drunk driving and other stoned related incidents. However there are othe subtle forms of being intoxicated, like greed, power etc.10/10 for sobriety.