The So-Called Talent..

 

...so called
loudly they sniff
and ardently snort at their fructified functionary selves
the welcome party tap-dances treacle
a suffocating crateful of thawing life-frozen prawn
smarting in twanged air the full course deliquescing..

chauffeur-delivered into the parking maw
the roped-off motorcade rumbles to silence marinates
near away from the piss-poor doors
the reluctant hyper-aware bobbing paladins half obscure.

the so-called talent so
called
gales of open arms welcome him broken egg whisks
smog fantasy-fangled
rear up to phantom attack imagined lobster pincers with cuff links..

he is sat handsomely clad in elegant italian linens
he flows it
their open hands bare knuckles paper
whip-up the spray-washed chemical-soiled asphalt
the heavy carriage doors unfling satisfyingly low thuds open..

a few bat-wing beats..
plastic surgery laughter humps air like gravity fake breasts
outline scissor-and-stone handshakes
the talent with the added appellation so-called seems okay
polite and professional actually quite warm and friendly
but you know
you never now with these people
you know what they say..
                                                  ..uh..oh yeah..

the man tenderly slain with so-called and talent
an hour or so later
leaves the building
all done and dusted without any fuss
they heave a huge pregnant sigh of relief
he airily waves goodbye
but only after chatting for a few minutes..

lose themselves
on the coattails of the vapour trail catwalk
bitter dream envy whimsy
heavy cost
who is lost inside whose bubble
gently as he gazes out the slow-moving window
they stare back at themselves ineluctably sliding stage left..