Stand Up and Wanting

Posted: November 19, 2012 in Uncategorized
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laughter detached from beauty

many faces appreciated,

her own humor made her belong

in this bar,

this night,

eighty five people with warm beer

saw her on the stage

not silent they talked,

she became part of their life,

jokes about mundanity,

the effectiveness of marriage,

up there she was not sorry,

a guitarist joined her sometimes,

whiskey added fire to the jokes

with political edge,

never a pawn

she had an opinion,

yet behind the facade of comic pride

she screamed,

her bust under black sequin bodice

grasped and strangled her heart,

unless she did something wrong

caught up their in the light

amp resounding her voice,

she would continue to the end

and after last light

clicked off,

would find her own sorrow and silence

 

 

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Comments
  1. You’re the shit. This is excellent.

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