The Contra jour man hid his grimace,
watching the Punch and Judy show
with vignettes of spectators in like denial,
he clenched his fists
fearful of the spotlight
yet he could not surrender pain
Eventually he try to break the rules
and heal underneath.
Yet his crucifix a new seaside town
with a floodlit vaudeville
presenting songs of belied memories
to which he can only raise a mug
of out of season white burgundy
apparently leading the dance nowhere.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
The Contra jour man hid his grimace,
watching the Punch and Judy show
with vignettes of spectators in like denial,
he clenched his fists
fearful of the spotlight
yet he could not surrender pain
Eventually he try to break the rules
and heal underneath.
Yet his crucifix a new seaside town
with a floodlit vaudeville
presenting songs of belied memories
to which he can only raise a mug
of out of season white burgundy
apparently leading the dance nowhere.
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