The Show, a Dreamed Poem
No one watches me
Everyone watches the show
Even when they sit in my lap
applaud and clap
their eyes are glued in granite
to the show
though
the empty stage appears to be
only a light strobe light strobe
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love how you can simulate a strobe light with the repetition in the last line, the repetition of “show,” and the hanging indent
I came here to say that.
That totally worked 😀
Love the feel.of it and deft white-spacing.
Really like this poem.
Intriguing poem. The ending both witty in its phrasing and dark in its meaning.
I’ll have what he’s having!
Thank you all