Based on the William Butler Yeats poem "The Cap and Bells."
The morning light in her long blonde hair,
a princess fair of the parking lot.
I got off the bus as she locked her car;
I stood still, dreaming up hopeless plots,
in my painful shoes, and my cap & bells.
She looked right past me like I wasn’t there
to the cocky knights of her suburban court,
who were armored with pride, and shielded by scorn.
I thought I should kneel, but I wasn’t sure,
in my poly plaid pants, and my cap & bells.
I hadn’t the sense to stay put in my place,
thinking masquerade was my path to grace.
So I aped their tone, and assumed their pose,
and dressed in a fancy of superior clothes.
But I couldn’t quite hide the cap & bells.
I was dizzy with want and knotted with ache
as I mounted the stage and approached the crown.
Trying to stand where I only could crawl,
I was acting the part of an oblivious clown,
a would-be hero in his cap & bells.
The vague politeness of a well-bred girl
seemed almost like honor, though cruel.
She let me play a fleeting leading role,
but the farce proved me even more a fool
for trying to twist out of cap & bells.
from Icicles and Sand
released April 19, 2016
Written, arranged, and performed by Michael Macrone.
Produced, mixed, and engineered by Rob Seidenberg.
© 2016 Michael Macrone
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