Spent
Spent
By Sy Roth
Her ears still tremble with the sounds
Shocked into somnolence gasping to make sense.
The giddy bassist a rue of flapping gums missing the flats,
The drummer’s lips moving in asynchronous confusion--
But seem excited
She a carved, lost soul curved by existence.
Puffs of Kool smoke rising in O’s frame the scene
Off camera, and she feels dejected
Her voice a raspy concordance of ills
Of the world she just flagellated.
They stirred the fatalistic mob into a nihilistic frenzy
Tired arms from their robust gyrations
Oily hair whipping their brows
A spent ecstasy of ejaculated postulations
As the air quieted to a dull roar
And they waited for the next round of guttural pronouncements.
She is bent with the effort,
Grainy hair framing an awe-shocked brow
Unsatisfied now
The quiescent instruments and amps no longer giving voice.
Her voice now shuttered---
Bandmates off to share brewskis and medicinal snorts.
Her song long gone.
Spent, she waits for a comforting hand,
None to be found.
A solitary creature waiting in the never-ending waiting room
Spent.
Copyright © Sy Roth | Year Posted 2021
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