outside the sanctuary of surrendering to stagecraft
(after the show you wanted to get something to eat)
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we ended up being the standards
that we bore as marks or stains
of our having been here before,
where our humanity
often went missing, when we were
in league with our angels and demons
with our needs raw and wanting
to be refined and taken
with savoring, chew and tine...
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it was an underbelly stage
tucked away after hours
near the piney hinterlands
in a warehouse district
a hissing street steamy
vented manhole covered
back alley entrance-d shangri la
hidden in a scene
of salty recessed noses
and worn o'er shine and slick
neon asphalt strewn dagger quick
bright blight longed for edging reasons
we look away from eddying ourselves,
completely dissolved into the shadows
velvet roped lined along the blind-sides...
high pressure sodium bulbs bathe us
wrought iron fixtures playing gargoyles
perched above and beyond
our rational discernment
of shape and intention...
yes, you did mention something
about being hungry
and I just say this time of day
is why the night can bleed
with folks like us...
there is a falafel stand
a few blocks away
I suggested we quicken our pace
I led and said, "now let's make haste,
lest we be the feeding instead of the fed..."
EJR ©
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