Stand on the stage
through the blinding lights.
See the camera phones waving
and the people who paid to see
aren’t watching me at all.
And I take comfort knowing
that later on in social media
the video will be shaky and out of focus
and the audio of my songs will be fucked.
You won’t be able to tell my B string was out of tune
and my singing really sucked.
It was a night I’d like to forget
but a better one is down the road.
Yet that stage remains in the contrasty disaster
of an amateur videographer trying to get likes
than think about the money forever spent
and the chance lost to see it…
and hear it…
and feel it…