but
to really taste the Madnessone must have been there
standing in line
waiting to see a woman
who didn't want to be seen
standing stage left in the dark
wearing a boy's shirt and black tie
whispering a soulful, morphined rendition
"House of the Rising Sun" to open the night.
it was beautiful,
how
much of
the sadness
i heard
was
i heard
was
hers?
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