It holds a thousand dreams,
broken voices, midnight caffeine
drugging awake long enough
to keep the tap shoes talking.
Marquee lights wink names
until the day stalker robs bulbs,
but music poured into minds
will survive beyond red curtains and
bows soliciting applause.
Walls climb through traffic rumble,
homeless begging for another dime
to burn a vein, and couture clothed
plastic personalities whoring another fifteen
minutes from camera lenses to faux claim
starlight owns an Instagram page.
Left is right and right is left, backstage hustles,
onstage looks for a mark, and settings change
in electric movement and human push.
Reality takes a break in a seat nosebleed high
to watch miniature figures claim their original
can steal thunder from “There’s nothing
new under the sun.”
©Susie Clevenger 2017
Comments
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'...midnight caffeine
drugging awake long enough
to keep the tap shoes talking';
'Marquee lights wink names
until the day stalker robs bulbs';
'Left is right and right is left, backstage hustles,
onstage looks for a mark, and settings change
in electric movement and human push'
and
'Reality takes a break in a seat nosebleed high
to watch miniature figures...'
This was a good hint; nice write
much love...