Leonard Cohen was rightA Poem by willwebStanding before the microphone, blank faces stare from
cushioned chairs Jewels sparkle, acting
like they’re real, while bow ties just seem
sad … it happens
Marching to the beat of
clicking heels, unbuttoned vests as strange,
eclipsed spotlights illumine smoke swirls in
overhead rafters flowing from my ember’d
fingertips
And my hair is a mess … but
it always is and I don’t care … do you? I’d clear my throat but that
does no good, gravel has taken up
residence … it pays the rent Yeah, I could flip burgers, a white apron, grease stains and ketchup,
hold the onions but who’s life would that change,
make a difference in, feeding hunger but not a
heart, a soul, a dream The room goes dim, the
audience worries Glares spark like steel on
asphalt I can see them clear,
slowly fading in anxious doubt My mind scratches some ink
in dusty thoughts …
I love you, I love
everything that is you Need surpasses desire, and
I need My arms long to cling you, tightly against me, breathing as one,
harmonious breath … dusty
thoughts … they come
The bass player plucks and
that is my cue, flicking my ashes, I begin
to read … poetry and the audience smiles … I
am a poet and poetry is cool, Leonard Cohen was right © 2023 willwebReviews
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