i feel like an extra
in my own play
i think i'm watiting for godot
whoever he is--
eating leftover chickenbones
& flipping coins
i blank stare my way through
each act-- hoping i won't miss
my cue
i invariably do, though
its the stage lights--
they blind me, throw me
off-- i hate when i
forget my lines-- i said
that once, on stage, in clown
makeup-- everyone thought
it genius-- i
didn't break character
i try & hide in the shadows of
the stage
avoiding the spotlight
avoiding the audence's eye
avoiding the play-- really
scrounging through my leather bag
looking for my script--
dogeared & underlined
DWC 2008
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5 comments:
dude - when did they start passing out scripts? I missed it. Damn. I bet I have to go back to the end of the line again.
you speak my thoughts and feelings so eloquently
of course, just when I come to check up on things and post a follow-up, you delete your post. thanks anyway. I agree in any event.
sorry, bout that.
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