Reverb

yeah, yeah, yeah

 

it was hard to leave the stage behind

it never made us any less or more

that spotlight always seemed to chase us
through the night like rain

 

to small apartments on unfamiliar streets
or a penthouse with dizzying attitudes

secret knocks on muffled doors 
skeleton key to the gates of sin

 

they bore gifts upon leather couchs 
incense , mirrors and drunken offerings

shallow smiles and pouted purrs

upon beds that never slept 

 

that smell of another morning

as you searched for a cigarette

trying to quiet the echoes

before doing it all over again  

Reviews

[Circe]

I think you really had to have lived it like you have to capture it in this way, the essence and soul... the loneliness in the freedom... one moment too beautiful to contain and to be held and so you move on to the next... even in the broken and wasted things you can find yourself there, and it seems to fit for a second.... special piece of writing this one.

[Samuel Dickens]

The life of a rock musician, perhaps? (Back in the eighties, I played the heck out of Zappa's "Joe's Garage"--that's where I got the clue)

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

You will always be there on the stage, for we will return to read your words my friend.

[.]

With such good poetry, you can never leave the stage...in fact you remain at the center of that stage:)
succinct and exquisite in expression.

[writing mojo]

This is truly amazing...I love the way use a mosaic of images to describe an artist punching out the clock in the grind of inspiration like the monotony of everyday life...good stuff

[Angela]

Reminds me of the 30s in Paris. Lovely imagery. This could be turned into a nice story or book. I want more!

[Audrey Howitt]

This poem makes me recall all of the years doing theatre--some tours, lots of long runs of shows--long nights---you captured the feel of the night and friends and parties--love your work!

[Sukriti Suki]

Very well done...very deep..I read it twice just to enjoy it again.

[Alicante lullaby]

ithese words were all stunning but what did for me was
before doing it all over again
somehow you defined the prosaic character,that monotony of life...
from someone who knows so much about stage this is a gem.

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

the deepest missing because it still means... IS so much.
well thats what it brings me too