Laughter On Tenth Avenue

Laughter On Tenth Avenue short poem

Photo by Idhren

Grim, forbidding a streetfull of patients
First we must distract them – that is the role
Of the dance – our worn shoes and shopping carts
Are ideal for the purpose, pure percussion
Rolling rhythm we dance on a river of asphalt. Next
We must let them know we are professionals
By the catch and flow of our castaway clothing –
Surely they will rush to judge and in that judgment
We will have them because when their frowns
Are assured we will startle them with our singing!
This will be pure song no words because words
Are the children of bias, just notes in four octaves
Enough to make the pigeons take wing and form a
Ceiling for our shenanigans. Already they have
Ceased their motion, helpless children taught to
Watch and even if they’re not smiling yet their mouths
Are open. Yes, we’ve proven they can be shocked
These veterans of fifty consecutive weeks of work wars
Paper cuts and meeting stress, kinks in their necks
Bruised eyes but we’ve softened them up so they will
Accept our touch! The massage of a homeless doctor
Makes everyone clean, dirt of hard life and dirt of
Middle class ambition blowing on the sidewalks
Perfect cushion for pratfalls and the old soft shoe!
You see as we become Gene Kelly and Vera Ellen
Low slung and muscular not some scarecrow ballet
But reality raised to art. Dance and song, song
That raises a whirlwind, painless and precise we
Excise their worries for just a few minutes because
Art is absurd, it’s a luxury and thus lives only a short
Time. The pigeons have flown off already and the sunset
Which we delayed is coming on double time. We are the
Pipers who rarely get paid but oh to see the set
Of their shoulders much higher than before, to see
That they have noticed the golden cast to the evening
Clouds. We’re certain their were a few genuine smiles
Sprinkled about downtown and even the gutters
Smell a little bit sweeter as we spread out our bedding.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of GlenDodge

GlenDodge

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Subdued Laughter

Subdued Laughter short poem

The chemistry of hate changes in a thorn’s shade. I start digging out the past for a blind sun, for a qualified rejection. He was stranded in a death-row: the civilians were killed. Was a meditating Buddha with a bomb,

Laughter

Laughter short poem

Laughter changes the concept of life laughter wipes out fear Laughter erases problems Laughter sweeps away turmoils laughter covers poverty laughter is the costliest gift man can ever have Laughter make even enemy turn friend laughter enhance the human value

Tramp Of Laughter

Tramp Of Laughter short poem

Behind a moving lens, though all in black and white, He became the best at laughter with all of his might. With a flimsy cane at hand and the heart of a champ He wondered the streets like an innocent

Beneath Laughter

Beneath Laughter prose poem

What dwells within the deepest, most utter, most core of one who laughs yet longs for truth and to be true to oneself with another human being…not hiding. But, it is being mentally, emotionally and spiritually naked. It’s frightening, perhaps

Bougainvillea Avenue

Bougainvillea Avenue short poem

Amidst nondescript quarters way beyond past their prime Still weaving nostalgic saga of regal magnificence sublime Streets set with old cobbles residual of inestimable spell Windows bearing testimony of inlay with glass and shell Figurine on the gate posts on