the opera starts and the guy comes out and says,
"look, fidelity is for losers."
a bloodbath is coming
so is this opera in july
but we sit in preparation for Verdi
and i send messages about
the great parking space
and it begins
and after five minutes
my son turns to me and says, "dad, i like this."
i am turned into something
pure bliss
my son reads during the interval
and i walk to the back of the opera house
i count six smartphones dropped in the dress circle
followed by tutting and disgruntled people
the chocolate has melted in my pocket
but so have i
digitialised sand and upcoming tears.
the back of the ticket reads,
'alcoholics are refused entry.'
but we're all drunk on our US cotton
Aida souvenir shop XL T-shirts
THE SOLILOQUIST
She kissed la fleur - the audience.
The spotlight pierced her eyes, and then
eclipse la lune - the tale begins.
Quaint pearlescent - those tears that break.
L’amour that baits dress circle seats.
She flits of charm, her hands in play.
Bids parting syllable away.
Tout du suite, a tremendous crowd leap.
The virgin in white dress aglow.
Throng’s breathless palms like wedding bells.
10/9/2018
la fleur - the flower (la flur)
la lune - the moon (la loon)
l’amour - love (la-mor)
tout de suite - immediately (toot-sweet)
*in parenthesis my best pronunciation
Crisp white apron checquered teatowels
Whitewashed hands dance on the dough
Kneading bread scent of yeast caked skin
Tomato onion and corn simmering folded
Fragrance of youth smiling whites of eyes
Beautiful woman playing the ornate harp
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