First date
Several rapid resounding deep breaths in row
then . . . the shift . . . aaaaahha.
Riding a thousand cc’s mind-set Harley.
Alongside
is my dog-eared self-consciousness
barking every media circus step of the way.
Part
of me, a news crew looking for hot leads
from
absent minded interest and the rest (?)
yo,
my life, what’s it all mean?
Comes surging in from a
tsunami reality set
boom, seems like out of the blue.
Hey, news at eleven.
Turn on the tube,
at
least 15 minutes of fame,
surfing
in my dreams.
With
another series of rapid full in-breaths,
Wow,
but I am waiting for an image
to
reach out and slap me.
Slap me real hard.
Wake up the whole audience of me!
Hey, what time am I?
Is it eleven?
whoooooooa, caught a clip of me
breathlessly watching the news….
Hugh, well what do you
make of that?
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