Let’s start at the beginning
when the stars laughed
and three dollar whores stood on the kerb
crossing the bridge, big dreams in your backpack
just a stranger here with vacant eyes
asking the name of the river that chiffons from the East
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They came one by one stoking your ego
do you understand the two step shuffle to significance
what good is a king when Fisbo the clown has the crowd?
and you held them all like braying donkeys
they gave you the keys to that dream
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The leaves spoke in muted tones the seeds of sedition growing
I became the understudy ,
a support player for your do rae me
you wanted me to succumb kneel at your lips
but then the moon would howl and the wolves become silenced
by my submission
So many labels :
soap box cleric, agitator , beatnik rebel
it’s all chatter a noisy tableau of bizz buzz bizz
we smile , we deceive and defecate the air with a choir of lies.
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Saira Viola
Illustration: Elena Caldera