Club lights dim
People in the back gradually disappear
momentarily
in the trim
a flood of red, grim and sinister, rays saturate the stage
Ruby shoes
Crimson Tuesday
scarlet sweaters
and
a
Marxist sound-man adjusting volumes and distortions
Welcome
as
I begin to invite the public into my private life
Night air fill with suspense
Dancers help to tighten the syncopation
Sharp blue introduced onto brown skin surface
Reflection turns somewhat purple
wonder does it burn
like bad medicine
as rapid as blaze itself
Long exhales of cerebral meditations
Kinetic energy
setting up climax
psychic combustion
Plot oxidation
Narrative voice crumbles into conclusion
Crowded by virtuous characters
and
auditory fluctuations
ears wonder what they've missed
Pure confabulation
unadulterated ending twist
Like virgin Persian rugs
never stepped on before
tickling imagination
Just and hullabaloos
Club lights dim
people in the back gradually disappear
momentarily
in the trim