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PAUL THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
The spotlight was languid
on many a song
a real situation—smile polite.
Not manufactured in telelalaland
But the mouth, body, instruments they are,
(Remember when your high school classmates
shocked the other contenders
with a clear crystalline note?)
That's gone to memory,
like all the unretrievable snippets.
So the greyed but brave sang out darkened,
a time honored self-entertainment.
Barely seen or heard, a bat not a bird
What I wondered would number seven do
If I only knew.
The glass cracked, power attracted,
Electricity gathered, he broke through,
A sudden shock, a transformation,
The one I knew was someone new
A powerball melded powdered reality
A spotlight of his own-making
A cracking glassbomb disarmed
Me.
Mrs. CarPeo
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Footnote
PAUL THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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What "they" keep to themselves
ReplyDeletelost loves, mistakes,
no one totally likes the inside "them"
the mask of comedy, tragedy,
dramidy, dreamity,
Craftily
takeoff that dour mask
so that I can see you
off the stage
a task
Not to be
Snide.
A nice guy for all to see
but me
the stage played out
My property
The man of music
I see