I paid to use a karaoke room.
Singing with no commitment.
No warm ups. No focus on posture.
No mention of breath control.
The microphone lay on the
table in the dimly lit room.
I picked up the microphone
but I didn’t need it.
My voice was overpowering
and gave me a headache.
The songs were there to choose.
Popular and current.
Saccharine and candy coated.
I digested them but they
did not penetrate my heart.
It was a one night stand.
A quick exchange of money for a short
time in a darkened room with a microphone.
Karaoke – my one night stand.
Through My Eyes 