Вершы: Vic Chesnutt. A Feather At A Wall.

Chaos
or is it preordained
glorious glockenspiel
vain hideous game
party
such a lonely host
playing with paperdolls
nothing approaching a peer group
fill us full of wonder
a feather at a wall
mixing the miasma
almighty alchemist
wholly self-serving
arty
but hardly a victimless stunt
forming
so spontaineaos
all alone and eager
to
show the converted who's boss really
o so rather sad
all that trouble gone to
for
just a puppet put on the back