Clancy's Friday Night Caraoke [sic]

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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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