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Shure mic, wooden stool,

cables, amp. cigarette buds.

instrumental-men-surround.

 

checking sound  –  two-three-four…

inhale – one last passed

around.

 

lights lay low, mellow mode,

start to float…

tempo… slow…

 

break – – – – –

 

(c) AB Troen, from Road to Salvation

play-talk, flirt and fling…

swing-or shuffle

-sing

 

airy lows, diction, flow.

impossible to hide the load-

invent – unfold – avoid the sold.

 

fallin’ free through shifting tunnels,

meter needs fast drive.

rhythms, groove, mo–tion soaring ———

 

erratic-in– my-mind:

stuck – scratched record plays re-plays

re-plays old ways, yeah- purple haze

 

naked scenes, fresh flesh, lean…              

mem-ries vague, missed details                                            

One too blind, too deaf to feel

lyrics lusty – crime revealed.

dare to sing too clear for him…

 

wand-ring eyes, embrace, unwind…

I live for this.

 

                                  sigh…

 

                                                               must leave be-

hind.

(c) AB Troen

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This is my entry for tonight’s #OpenLinkNight – 6, with dazzling hostess Claudia Schoenfeld, poet who jaywalks the moon…
So, come and join the fun at
dVerse-Poets Pub

Glittering Stars ~ OpenLinkNight-5


 

~ Some muffled sounds concealed
your arms surrounding mine.
A figure in black disturbing as
the doorbell rings again.
The bed is my cell and the chains are invisible,
and I try to call out your name.

Glittering stars scattered above us
black and white circles and lines

Your tired body turns on the lights
not understanding my fear
I know he’s around
I feel his dark eyes
I’m not safe, even though you’re here.

Glittering stars scattered above us
black and white circles and lines

A bunch of flowers at my feet.
They prickle and they sting.
Still my bed holds me down.
I have no power, nor will.

Again, I feel him in the air.
Sounds muffled and confusing.
Afraid to open up my eyes.
Ashamed of such a fear.

Glittering stars scattered above us
black and white circles and lines

Glittering scars!
They’re glittering scars!
They’re black and blue!
Black and blue,
They’re black and blue… scars.

*** I humbly expose myself in song to the fab poets at dVerse pub, on this wonderfully fruitful OpenLinkNight-5, hosted by the poet MC Smiles himself –  Brian Miller.
You have read me as black and blue in other writes.  This song – Glittering Stars (audio link!!!) was written several years ago, after recurring dreams of a traumatic event. This is an unedited version of my song, not a professional recording.Just my Sigma and I, in my room. ~ deb


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