Poetry is aware
the moment, alive
illuminated by cherry red
and sky blue lights,
the clinking of glasses,
Chatter pervades
every crevice
every ear
of a crowded room.
Curly haired, glittery hat man
with thick, Italian mustache
strums his guitar,
sings boisterously,
"All I Need is Glue."
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