a free verse poem his fingertips pummel the keyswith force and finesse—he loseshimself within moments ofmadness, measuring time withvolume and pulse. women fall by his feet—garmentshidden under dresses ziponto the stage—men put himon hit lists. he isn’t moved; the music is hisbodyguard. I am young enough to not knowthe culture, but old enough to understandthe … Read more star man
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