Open To Interpretation
Big Show
Oh, a grim fate,
To be called up from the throng
To dance awhile on stage with you
To snorts and guffaws,
And then the worst--
Kind applause
As I'm mosh pit style
Thrown back to the throng.
A show remembered,
A show forgotten.
I stand at the dock
Watching your Black Ship
Sail off to another Town,
Mine never to be the same.
Such are Pirate raids.
And you would've thought
So many hands
Wouldn't drop a pop fly.
Eavesdrop
Parmesan cheese on black spaghetti:
Her profanities flavor her tirade--
Purse in one hand, phone in the other.
Sunglasses cover both their eyes--
But she's standing,
And he's down leaned up
Against an abandoned store wall,
Oblivious as a homeless napping.
But on the cement
Their travel luggage--long handles,
Tiny wheels.
Car Radio on, I'm waiting for
The laundry drying done,
So don't quite hear her what about,
My eavesdropping this time
Taken aback--
I talk too much.
But geezus,
What a bitch,
What a bastard.
Heart
Black stretch pants,
Short short sleeves
Grey T,
Grey T for him too
Of the slender hips
And dark jeans.
They walk out.
The guitarists'
Open mic nite done.
The host plays one last tune
And I'm out the door too
While the applause tapers...
"Wait!"
I want to tell them,
"Maybe you could pose for a photo,
Seeing you look like models.
Here, sit cross legged
Indian style,
On this wide round flower planter's
Colorful tile bench,
Pow wow face to face.
Rest the very top of your
Foreheads one to another,
And pretend in each of your hands
Music manuscripts,
The top edges just touching.
Seen side on you should make then
An upsidedown silhouette heart."
Oh, I haven't my cameras,
And you are strangers too far ahead,
One with her curving meander,
One with his straight and narrow,
Some how making Town's
Night streets a dance floor
For twenty somethings.
DolphinWords
Notes: rolled over to Gypsy Den thinking it was OCPC's nite, but no, open mic nite for the guitarists...half a tuna melt with adobe stew...was going to take home some of the stew, very good, but forgot it and hurried out...the lovely couple looked familiar, but no, someone else, though still familiar somehow...I could have had a viral clip at the laundry mat...she just went on and on in the hot sun looking on on his indifference...Big Show in baseball parlance refers to the major leagues...more than a few untold forgottens bounce up from the minors and bounce right back down, but happily pixie dusted...
:)
DavidDavid
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