I did the hits.
They didn’t care for the hits.
I showed them some banter
the old razzmatazz.
They didn’t give a shit about that either.
I threw out some excited gestures
to show I was alive
but I think I just looked like a herky jerk there.
At any rate: no reaction.
Stone faces.

The people were unimpressed
or so their silence suggested.
“I know you’re breathing…” I muttered,
but someone coughed
so nobody heard.

Was it that the audience wasn’t ready
for the wonder they were experiencing?
That wasn’t it.
The folks couldn’t stand the supernatural skills before them?
Doubtful. Doubtful indeed.
Whatever it was, it didn’t work.

You win some,
you lose some.
Some you lose completely.
Some you lose so totally,
you don’t come back from it.

You just never come back.