The tiny bear transforms it’s self into a 1950’s rock n roll star,
Shaking & vibrating across a tiny stage made from tables,
Lined up along the road outside,
Where yellow lines snake to guide motorists through town,
And honk their horns as they drive past,
Their day brightened,
To witness such unexpected wonder,
The Muffin Man takes no notice,
Knees tucked under the tiny stage,
Pulls something small from his pocket,
And disappears into it,
Leaving only the shape of a man behind,
The rock n roll star turns back in a dog,
Lies down at the feet of the shape of the man,
And watches over it until he returns
In walks the Muffin Man,
Fumbling for change,
Accompanied by a small dog disguised as a Bear
I am not the Dice Man,
I’m a Dog,
Reading messages carried on the wind,
Every day is a shining star,
I’m the Walker,
I’m gluten free,
I contain no sesame seeds,
What time is good?
SHOW ME A SIGN:
Where are you going truant newsboy?
What’s the dress code?
Put some clothes on!
Waiting in the wings
ALMOST INVISIBLE PAPER CUP:
And covered in berries,
Is that the sound of a microwave I hear in the background?
ALMOST INVISIBLE PLASTIC BOTTLE:
All the Red chairs & the Black chairs are empty,
All the single me eat alone,
Rabbits in the headlights,
At the end of days,
Drenched in the sound of laughing couples,
Here comes another one,
Single hair shaved close above the ears,
A cruel stare for a cold night in town
Spent too much time,
Sent too many messages,
Lived too long in the virtual world,
Here I am,
Where am I?