"Doc Snelson" genre: Poetry
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	A poem about my theory teacher from college set to a theme I wrote during those days.
	CD: A Cacophony of Near-Fatal Mistakes   Label: TWHI Credits: Words and Music by Seth Flynn Barkan
	Lyrics CASUALTY OF THE SOCIETY PAGES: Terminally hip, Moves the bar; not through it, Ruins three different cut shots, 1 kiss, and a combo (that cost a hundred bucks) But the juke box chimes out, in step. It knows the program. Perfect timing. Someone spills a drink. A self-aware mythical moment Look, I know you, Look, I know you will. The self-indulgence of it ruins Every second reduced to dust, Piled up under 4 peg stools, In tabs of amaretto sours, Kills the movie on cable, Just passing through To the bathroom, Waits patiently like a trap All self-hidden yet just one thing With one mean purpose. Pretends its a buss stop With the world out to snap an Eight by ten; Just one! it’s all fake. Lip gloss lacks dynamics, But is good for the then. I lean on my cue, leering away With one eye dislocated, Suddenly in stupor; Too much to observe, too many reactions Without actions, Speaking in aside, honest but tainted by The sugar soft devil sweet soul sucker Saying “now there goes trouble” Lamenting lack of Savers bought suit All the while withering internally At having become yet another Desirous onlooker. Yet another Casualty of the society pages. copyright 2002 by Seth Barkan

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