You fail to anticipate the superfluousness
of the run-through
and run home to check your notes,
channel-surfing for answers to the 20 questions
choking the queue . . .
Your kitty kindles loneliness
then texts the stationmaster
who reassures all that there are still only three colors
and a partridge in a pear tree . . .
Someone arrives on the 11:05
and begins dismantling the prose
cluttering the entryway . . .
Who was that masked man/woman? . . .
Have you checked in with your sponsors? . . .
Perhaps they can spare the change
although it's unlikely that the 12-tone mini-u-et
will carry the burden of absence . . .
The viewers are sure to expect more . . .
You know this despite the fatigue
pestering your keyboard . . .
It's time to come clean . . .
Not a big deal . . . Never was . . . Never will be . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |