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Arienette Hears Her Song

The only part of him mirrors ever
watched: powder-coated interior

of his left nostril, origin of infamous
fevers. But his fans only want

to know about the conception
of genius, how he brought about sounds

that captured madness, the part I played,
why I didn’t stay. I want to know

what they would do with a sweating
pianist shrieking down the telephone

line at four a.m., howling apologies
at five, screaming again at six. Where

are you, Arienette?
I want my pound of flesh,
& wolves that frighten him can have the rest.
If you've never heard "Arienette" by Bright Eyes, this poem won't make a whole lot of sense.

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joufancyhuh Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2008  Hobbyist General Artist
OMG! I LOVE this song. This is a beautiful poem. A different way of looking at the song.
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tragiccomedy Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2009
Thanks! There's a companion piece now that I should post, but haven't haha.
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You totally should!
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