"Momentary Brilliance"

Is this a trick of sorts?

Will the red curtain fall softly,

and the glaze-eyed crowd acclaim

the momentary brilliance?



They will exert a wall of sound:

cupped-hand harmony--

for the sake of



what?



But I promise-- when you finish your contortions,

and your breathing slows--

I will stand up; leave the flowers in

the aisle,







And walk away in silence...