Gone Fishing

Pink Art

 

IT STARTED THE
MOMENT WE
ENTERED THE STREET:
THE SMILING AND
WAVING,
THE STRONG STEADY
BEAT,
SOON WE WERE
FILMING AND
DOING THE THING
WHERE I ASK THE
QUESTIONS AND
YOU ARE THE KING,
THE BEST OF THE BLUES
KEPT US GLUED TO
OUR SEATS
WHILE I WOULD
SNEAK OFF TO FILM
A REPEAT: THIS TIME
THE CASUAL MAN IN
THE STREET,
CAREFREE AND FUN
BORN TO RUN
PLAY HIDE AND SEEK
THE LADIES IN STILTS
MADE THE PICTURE COMPLETE,
AND THEN IN A FLASH
WE MADE THE WILD DASH
TO THE NEXT BIG FEST
FIRST CITY/THE BEST
WHERE THE BASS
WAS THUMPING
AND HEARTS WERE PUMPING
EVERYONE DRESSED
TO KILL, LOTS OF
ELECTRONIC MASTER
SKILLS, LOVERS
AND STRANGERS ALL
PACKED IN, DOZENS OF
BANDS TRYING TO WIN
THE HEARTS OF NEW
FANS, IN IMAGINELAND,
WHERE ROCK STARS
ABIDE AND THERE’S
NO PLACE TO HIDE,
THE STANDS WERE
PACKED FOR THE
FINAL ATTACK,
THE PRESENCE OF BECK
PLAYING NECK AND NECK
WITH THE SWAYING DIRT
CROWD, AND EVER SO LOUD
THAT IN THE END HE
BURNED OUR EARS
AND FANS DEPARTED WITH
SAVVY AND TEARS,
SO NOT TO SAY
THAT HE LOVED THE TOWN
OR THE FABULOUS MUSIC
THAT SEEMED TO ABOUND,
OR THE TV SHOW
WHERE HE WATCHED
ME WORK, IN THAT
CALM LITTLE WAY
WHICH DRIVES ME
BERZERK,
BUT WHEN IT WAS
FINISHED,
AND THE LIGHTS
WENT DOWN
WE HEADED HOME
TO THE HIGHER
GROUND,
AND IN THE END
HE DID WHAT
HE WAS WISHING,
HE PACKED UP
HIS BAGS
AND JUST
WENT FISHING!

©J.W. WINSLOW 9/1/14