Festival
It is not you
who looks at the backs of strangers
that block the light from the floods
and cast grotesque shadows as they writhe
across you
your ears are not the ones
that resonate with the words from their mouths
and yours, so different from the other voice
that keeps you away from the noise
nor your nose
filled with frenzy sweat, smoke and stale piss
from the portables, flavoured with beer,
hot dogs and denial of years
in incontinent desperation
You are inside,
wrapped tight in your blanket
of wishing. And even as you move
with the crowd, you close your eyes
and believe it a nightmare
that you pretend is a dream come true
It is not you
who looks at the backs of strangers
that block the light from the floods
and cast grotesque shadows as they writhe
across you
your ears are not the ones
that resonate with the words from their mouths
and yours, so different from the other voice
that keeps you away from the noise
nor your nose
filled with frenzy sweat, smoke and stale piss
from the portables, flavoured with beer,
hot dogs and denial of years
in incontinent desperation
You are inside,
wrapped tight in your blanket
of wishing. And even as you move
with the crowd, you close your eyes
and believe it a nightmare
that you pretend is a dream come true
It could be worse