Gregg Murray

Carlotta. She had expensive vocal chords. She wd sing in a film on a set made of glass. The aura in the utterance. I cd go on but you will lose the kernel of my feed. Carlotta’s expressive chora. The eye of the lens on the glass set. The colonel at home with the mp3 player wd have Carlotta on repeat. He needed one listen to proclaim his heroes. He had ears to be sure. She had a certain she made him certain she was certainly the Carlotta. Expensive. Reflective. The colonel wd listen in a trance. He wd sing the film from the glass. He wd separate the wheat from the chaff. She was Carlotta.






I will have you know that this poem is worth an awful lot of money.