Years ago, I worked in a music club.
Most venues have the stage on one extreme
While opposite the bar is placed well back.
The seating for the audience between
Orients either way depending on
What patrons lack in their lives day to day
And which performance fills the transient void.
I often felt the show behind the bar
Attracted more attention as the sky
Not looking at the sunset but away
Can have more subtle colors.
Similarly,
What is important any time occurs
At angles to the primary affair.
We may believe the cameras have caught
The meaning and definitive direction,
And our own reasons need to follow their
Interpretive selective frames forever,
But was the eye evolved for seeing only
In one direction, and the mind for thinking
Heads or tails like a coin toss yes or no?
Perhaps you want details about the music,
Descriptions of the acts, comedians,
And bands, the owners, and the audiences.
These you will not receive, not anywhere,
Because they were the focus at the time
While now the purpose is the opposite,
In order to remind you what you missed
In other places and times, even now.
It seems a shame to waste a metaphor
The way the tables often had unfinished
Food and drinks left for servers to remove
As the lights came up, music ending, when
The need to clean then, to explain now, means
We simply set the stage to go again,
Revisioning our lives repeatedly.
Some memories like money in the
bank
Gain interest over time, while others
more
Like lies and small crimes we deny
for shame.
It is like finding our own bodies
dead,
And whether on a chair or on the
floor,
No matter: We are not there anymore.
KLK
10/8/17
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