Performance at Warlocks Folly SaloonIt was a busy night at the Warlock's Folly Saloon. It was exactly the sort of down and out bar frequented by the sorry segment of humanity that polite society trends to ignore. Drunks, prostitutes both on duty and off, hard luck hucksters and low life criminals were all frequent customers.
The foundations of the decrepit building had been laid ages ago though the walls and ceiling had been burned down and rebuilt countless times since then. The current iteration of Warlock's Folly had been rebuilt only thirty years ago after burning to the foundation during a riot.
Nothing of the previous building had survived except a beat up old grand piano tucked away on the corner of warped wooden stage. It was purchased third or fourth hand from some bankrupt lesser noble many many years ago, and had not been properly tuned or cared for since. By some miracle, the flames did not consume the once grand instrument. Most nights, the sorry scorched thing sat quiet and unused. On extra busy nights, it
the song of a roamerAnd darling, I've been gone for a long, long time. Your eyesthe song of a roamer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are still that steely gunpowder blue, but your hair has grown long,
and there's a softer curve to your waist
and freckles on your shoulder I don't remember,
and I think,
What have I missed?
You tell me about the weddings
the divorces. You tell me
about the babies
and the losses, and how last year
your dog died--easy, in his sleep--
and there is a hollow lack in you,
a space reserved for things that won't come back.
Long ago, was there a space like that
When did it collapse--when did it
fold in on itself
under the weight of things that matter more?
I tell you about Cambodia. I paint
the jungles for you, breathe the crushing wet heat
of it into your lungs. I tell you
about the kids in Africa
and how the heat is different there--
belligerent and fierce.
I tell you how much you would have liked Barbados,
and how much you would have hated Rome.
And I remember all the things I
can't tell you--all the things I don't hav