Shazbot

Hang in there
Mon frere.
The dewey charms
Now dangling arms
outside the kitchen
Window air.

Once akimbo and
Fanning the crowd,
Perhaps it got too loud
Or maybe too quiet,
A strangling diet
Of Self parody.

Well, now you’re free
To find whatever
Kept you blind
Yet searching
The movie houses
laughing
In burbs and towns.

That upside frown
Wants approval
To feel love,
A place above
Sensation,
A careful orchestration,
Sonata Oblongata.
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Empty highway stretching
Abandoned, now convalescing
And left to wonder
What put asunder
The room
Between you
And what you needed.

2/23/21