forenoon show

The forenoon Show

 There is a ship anchored close to the shore

in the bay, I wonder what the cook is doing now

perhaps he is chopping onions for frying

with a bit of meat from lunch or maybe he is

                      washing pots and pans while the officers who have

nothing to do play cards in the mess hall.

The crew stand by the railing looking at the shore

and the bright light, eyeing at their watches

when is the cook ready to serve them some grub?

I turn my thought to Julia apparently she was not

funny enough, a day time hostess has to be relentlessly

hilarious, facile, pretty and dumb.

I wonder how long she will last before a burnout

there many young females dying to get the job.

Exposure, the name in coloured magazines, the interview

by a sycophantic journalist who let the object prattle one

about their childhood which was hard, interfered with

by an uncle, endless is the navel-gazing, but the question

how they got there so fast is not mentioned whatever it was

it has little to do with talent.

◄ senryu

we, conjurers ►


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