Blow

A Poem by mathiasthom

Manufactured sounds,
computer mimicry,
filtered and forced cacophony,
Artificial beats,
reverberating,
through these dirty streets...

Antiquated in this day and age,
another decade blossomed rebellion,
with a mighty sax,
this instrument of brass
waiting for the breath of Life,
blow...

Mathiasthom

written 2/21/08