Wednesday, 27 May 2009

Sometimes the Wheels Fall Off

The last-gasp smidgen of the April sunset
fires up the stained-glass chancel window

as the headline act—a singer/songwriter
and his laid-back band—begins another

blasphemous tune, about a doorstep encounter
with a JW suit, then pulls up, laughing, after

one or two bars because it’s too fuckin’ dark
to see the fretboard of his battered guitar

until the lighting man, Tall Paul, sorts it out,
by kaleidoscoping the sanctuary into night.

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