Bebop hypnosis
Put down the book you read,
silence the drums, double bass,
piano &
saxophones.
Summon the dawn.
Come to terms with the fact
that without self
you get nowhere.
Stop thinking about others.
Everyone is replaceable.
I know at least four are
like me, so many are like me
so the difference is hardly noticeable.
Many do not believe that
there is a difference.
Count the steps and
aim with a steady hand.
It’s time for revenge on
flowers on every balcony.
Hypnosis of bebop
Saxophones and their tenors will swallow us. The Buddha statue on the store shelf on the third floor will fall asleep. The endless shopping mall is a modern-day shrine where you offer an offering of your own sentimentality. The changes are difficult to discern and cannot be recorded by the lips pressed against the lips of my dilemmas. The melody remains undiscovered. But maps and diagrams do not lie. Another in a series of last kisses was recorded. And night came, heralded by the thin membranes of darkness. Fraudsters will switch the piano keys so that we’d never make sense of them again. You and I will not experience walking through the ruins. The world rests on the hypnotized, the future belongs to them.