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Saturday Night, Huddled Against The Masses

by David Maurice

So you're on prime-time.

There is spotlight leftover
and you've been scouting,
hunting the periphery
for an entrance.

I take comfort in the fact
this is taking place in a TV world.

You leaven the floor,
the recipe rising
with the addition
of a single ingredient.

Fox-tail your smile.
Get smart.
Drag net.

There are corners
to be rounded.


Posted on 06/08/2014
Copyright © 2021 David Maurice

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Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/21/20 at 02:32 AM

Congrats on POTD David!

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