Chamber Music (Leck Mich Im Arsch)

The six voices ran around
Inside Wolfgang’s head
In a three part round.

He was fairly drunk from wine
But couldn’t sleep.

He sat up in the bed
Looking at Constanze
And their lover
Sleeping
Arms wrapped around each other
Lips almost touching
As if kissing in their slumber.

They looked beautiful alright.

He adjusted his eyes in the candlelight
Focusing on his horsehair wig
Thrown haphazardly
On it’s wooden form
And started giggling
At the sight of it.

Tonight he had powdered it loudly in violet
For his performance
At the ballroom of the Mehlgrube.

His scalp still smelled
Of lavender and orange flowers.

The six voice canon
Swirled dizzily
Within him.

“Leck mich im Arsch g'schwindi, g'schwindi!
“Leck mir den Arsch fein recht schön sauber!”

"Lick me in the arse quickly, quickly!"
"Lick my arse nice and clean!"

He wanted to write a bawdy song
About the crabs of love
That he and Constanze
Had been passing back and forth
But he had figured
Their circle would think THAT was a bit too much...

So he settled on “Lick My Arse” instead.

He imagined their next party.

Everyone sitting around in a circle drunk.

He would be conducting of course.

And encouraging.

For they would be timid at first
But they also knew what they were in for.

It WAS a Mozart party.

The first few go-arounds
Would be sung
Suppressing red laughter and teasing
But they would get the hang of it
And before long
The household
Would be ringing loudly
With the choral

“Lick me in the arse quickly, quickly!”

He giggled some more.

He decided he would powder his wig
Blue that night.

Maybe wear yellow gabardine.

He laid back down
And pressed his pale white body
Into the back of his wife
Quelling sniggering

Trying once again
To fall asleep
With the voices
Inside of his head.