i’m the stage seizing
frontman gift to
your lowly
world,
stingy with my mic stand
it’s all front with
no backup
band,
no gospel
girls,
and no real
tears,
sweaty tastes
of bitter honey,
as i leap head long
into my flailin’
jesus dive,
expecting front row
to catch me
++++
shame this old haunt’s
deader than tap’s
run empty.
Party Crasher
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorman/?hl=
image adapted from painting by Todd Bienvenu at –https://spunkt.art/portfolio/todd-bienvenu/
..well, i’m too ‘hot turkey’ for this gravy dish anyway.