(21)
The show must go on, no matter who
the actors are, a mischievous cat growing
bigger than life, pawing down a curtain,
or a pint-sized singer losing face
(22)
He hasn’t moved since the orchestra
left the stage an hour ago,
hands in pockets, looking straight ahead,
trying as hard as he can to become the notes
(23)
The bull’s flat on the ground, one cowboy,
a wisp of smoke, rising from its neck,
another, legs buried in the bull’s chest,
offers a hand, an open question
(24)
Her hands under her buttocks, legs spread,
shaved pussy, her upper torso’s distorted:
flattening circles of breasts, face and hair
collapsing into the background
(25)
Erasure, perhaps, got most of her as she sat
on a garden bench, yet left the best,
the softening face, her lower lip,
her cheek and her forehead, aglow
(26)
Shakespeare had one of those moments,
leaning against a pedestal, tome in hand,
ignoring the harp hidden in the shrubs,
without strings, without a song we can hear
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