s.o.m.l.

the soundtrack of my life would be
a sort of grand cacophony
the intro to “The Rite Of Sping”
but with kazoos & everything

perhaps a Bartok String Quartet
abetted by a flageolet
or Nielsen’s Final Symphony
me playing spoons there on my knee

i’m sorry there’s not much to tell
s.o.m.l. is s.o.l.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mix Tape.”

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