#1031319 added April 25, 2022 at 3:49pm Restrictions: None
American Pie
Against a time the flames climbed
high, were lost in space -
so lost, indeed, from every place
four future symphonies erased a long, long time ago.
The echoes past, of rock
and roll make one last call -
you lost your lives, he lost control
we lost our ever-lovin' soul
and raved and sank, no longer whole
The sights, the scents like sick
perfume - as smoke broke in
and filled our room, a mind monsoon.
February's second night was doom;
the music dead beneath no moon.
April 25—Music—write a(nother) poem in response to a particular song or larger musical work (or, alternatively, to a jukebox situation connected to “drunken barroom layabouts” to quote Harlow Flick)
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