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I can walk down any street unrecognized,
but to the mites living in my brows
I am Elvis.
From their stadium seats they glimpse
every word, every image.
I can’t hear their applause
but I can feel the standing ovations.
I can walk my own block unbothered,
but every night I crowd surf
the mites in my bed.
They lift my body by the millions
and carry me off into rock star dreams.
They might cut my lights off next Tuesday,
but the bacteria on my keyboard
equate it to special effects.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoI read this and it seemed incomplete/unfinished. Something's lacking — and then I saw unapologetic's comment. That's the solution ~ switch the last two strophes and you've nailed it.
Anonymousabout 17 years agoYou get the minute-sized mite-y applause and mine just give me the hives.
unapologeticabout 17 years agoMentioned on today's New Poem Reviews: http://forum.literotica.com:81/showthread.php?p=22044486#post22044486
unapologeticabout 17 years agoThe only thing I would do would be to swap the second stanza for the third. "Rock star dreams" feels more like an ending.
