silhouettes sit dry and processed
like
condiments
in
the
womb-dark
Screen 4
shapes
of simple
single intention
shapes
held
in an
alien hug
wrapped
in a
sorcerers coat
back-of-the-head
cash witnesses
all
hungry
for
a
dream
all reduced unpeople of only eyes
shapes
like
seated ciphers
teased controlled
and
cheaply liberated
willfully forgetting personal crisis
till after
the neat resolution
till after
the rolling graffiti of faceless names
and
then
their cold eviction
out
into
the cracked neon
the rioting desolation
of
the
night drawn city - actors too they wander / wonder
between
challenging
roles
pulling their lines from ether
habit
expectation
and
the
thick mud of hearts - blurting improv
on the
raw boards of street
genuine in ignorance
of
their
inglorious
unwritten
ends
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