we skipped over the ocean holding hands
past the beggars and the fashion ads
past rainbow-flavored businessmen
and on and off the sidewalks
we fear to tread
and in and out of scowling glances
those condescending readjustments
until stumbling into a red room
thick velvet curtains and black couches
the shy long-haired man with the accordion
shuffled onto the modest stage
with a coy smile and a mischievous
look in his eyes
until they closed
and the accordion spread open
wide, inviting us in and releasing a moan
his foot came down
hard, reminding me that these are human creations
- this noise this voice these words -
STOMP STOMP da da STOMP
and his hands looked small and delicate
as he pressed the keys
the sway of his hips in rhythm with our bobbing heads,
our vicious smiles unleashing
screams of triumph, cries for the future
hey captain!
just where are we going now?
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