Mimi, soliloquising non-stop in an ongoing
monologue, is driving me into the arms of
singers like the late Bill Flynn who jests by
singing senseless rhymes to arias of great
opera, and also Dean Martin’s decadence
in - “When the moon hits your eye”
And Heino making me envious belting out
his joy at being alive and free in traditional
song “Lustig ist das Zigeunerleben”; - with
volume lowered a tad her voluble voice is
let in - getting louder in anger - yet voices
of her interlocutors are never heard
Continuous noise in rising and falling calls
for “Lippen Schweigen,'s flüstern Geigen
Hab mich lieb!”- to regain my composure
and my love for the world, also sending a
telepathic message to shut her lips; if only
she could feel red-hot searing pain which
Unstoppable flibbertigibbety causes me …
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