
i am the black cord stilly slithering in a bed of green blades.
without me
this show is nothing but an acoustic whisper
in a sea of drunken unappreciatives.
i am the aorta to the heart of the city of speakers.
i am largely unnoticed and ignored.
i'm only touched by the roadies
who ignore my scuffs and stickiness as they unwind me and
leave me to inconspiculously do my job.
my secret power is masked in rubbery darkness.
i am a musical super hero.
1 comment:
i love the photo you chose! where did you find it?
a couple of lines i absolutely love.. "this show is nothing but an acoustic whisper
in a sea of drunken unappreciatives"
and "i am the aorta to the heart of the city of speakers."
you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, kara. i like this poem a lot. the opening lines are very strong :D
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