FRONT ROOM PARTY RECITAL

The catgut squeaked
some nonetootuneless
vibrations
at varying speeds
of 40-1300 per sec.
whilst keys tapped
a merry sonata
and deservedly
terminated
with racous reverberations
of flesh
hitting flesh
in awed appreciation

Gerald England

If you've any comments on this poem, Gerald England would be pleased to hear from you.