Musical Notes 2
If this is me inside this aquarium of sorts
what is this sea of fish eyes on the outside?
trying too hard to catch their gaze
I bumped the microphone stand
and with spastic, startling reflex
saved it from crashing
and held it aloft triumphantly
like a choreographed gag
like a fly rod with a whopper
like Poseidon’s trident
to the amazement and pleasure of all
and seizing the moment
returned to the lyric’s passion in perfect time
(nothing more to see here)
and they…
to their schools of indifferent chatter
and the submarine clanging of glass
only to drain out onto the street
owning less than what they had brought
and leaving me dripping...
with stupid, soggy thought
By Art Wright
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