sams's wonder poetry - II

real life
fights
with
flights
of fancy

i save
a moon
i gave
a mood

swoon
across
the room,
dancing -
and the
bestest
dancer
tonight
was a
lady
in
her
60s
maybe
out there
cutting a rug
or whatever the
term in her era was.

and after her first dance
i tapped her on the
shoulder and
told her she
was my
favorite
dancer
of the
night
and she
kind of did
a double take
then smiled - still
inebriated ("I'm not
driving!" she said on
the way out) - and it was
her passion, i guess,
letting loose with
wild abandon
and i saw
her and
flashes
of her
youth
were
super-
imposed
on the current
her - the same her.

swimming in poetry
instead of dancing,
standing oddly on
the sidelines, the
camera a great
way to escape
and at least
look busy
or not so
ill at ease
in a social
situation

the judge
laughing
(smirking?)
when i told him
the name of the
music fest - or
an idea at least.
we'll see.

the band had
heard of me
again - seen
some of the
videos and
pics and that
felt good, real,
concrete - now
escaping via
poetry and
seeing
now
all
the
mist-
akes as
well and oh
well the well
sometimes runs
dry and in a room
or building full of
people i can slip
in and out of my
surroundings,
soaking it in.

bought one
beer but it
was worth
it. watch it,
now. know
it. publish
it. poeticize
it. drank five
myself as well,
with a walk back
to the apartment
once in the beg-
inning to fetch a
forgotten micro-
phone.

in between sets i
scrambled across
the street to the
Eagles arie - the
Elwood one - band
(who beer bought for
named) has a new
singer. and i said
in secret that they
were all good but
needed a solid
singer and it
happens
and they
sounded
good - shouting
'kpaul is in the house'
as i moved in and out
of the crowd, taking
pictures, capturing
moments and the
bass player's girl-
friend was snap-
ping pics and
stepped out
of my way
and i maybe
made another
mistake leaning
over to tell her some-
thing, but she smiled and
laughed and i was back
around the crowd and
crouching down to
get a shot of the
new singer.

back across the
street and turn
the video back
on, in between
talking to different
members of the
band - a little rant
on journalism to-
night. and all the
thoughts that are
connected to that
bounce and bound
through my mind like
an enthusiastic puppy.

not a bad night, although
a bit solitary - the man
of mystery with the
camera moving
in and out, there
and back again.