Shazbot

Hang in there,
Mon frere.
The dancing charms,
From dangling arms,
Outside the kitchen
Window air.

Once akimbo and
Commanding the crowd,
Now do the limbo in
The deep, quiet, loud,
Purple darkness.
Beyond self parody.

You’re free
To find whatever
Kept you blind,
And searching
The chuckling suburbs
And idling towns.

That upside frown
Wanted approval
To feel 
A place above
Sensation.
A careful orchestration,
Sonata Oblongata.
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As empty highways stretch
Abandoned,
We're convalescent and randomly
Left to wander 
The room
What put asunder
Your wants
And what you needed.

2/23/21