Asleep Inside An Old Guitar

Andres Sobaco el Numbnuts was too fat
to sleep inside an old guitar
even a grand piano would be a tight fit
the guitar crushed and splintered
the piano strings hit his fat face
a cut above the left eye
a musical bruise on his belly
the keys that open nothing
in this black and white world
no room for the color brown

in the morning the piano
lies on the floor flat as paper
the only music is Sobaco's snore
a Mozart fart Beethoven cloven
godforsaken music in arears