Baby, grab a keyboard
Play us a joke
You’re a filament buster
A smooth marquis
Guitar solo on the take
You know when to quit
But shoulda hit fake

So bring an instrument
Bring the audition
The steps and the saunter
And the auteur inner vision

Like, who would be watching
If not the yous
Who would be judging
From the pews

So bring a few hundred
Judges of style
Play us a jig and a dirge
And suicide
And all your dreems inside
Sound like

And all of your pain
Is a fairground ride


November 2018 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on November 28, 2018.

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