Life At the Improv
attempting
to tempt
temptation
i may face
damnation
if thoughts
translate to
actions
quiet on
the set
action
the thunder
clap director
yells as lightning
lighting catches me
sitting on a set
of a movie
that i know
no lines to
but i'm
supposed to be
the lead as i
squint my
eyes
to
see the sunrise
perhaps that's
my cue but
not knowing
what to do
i begin by
adlibing a
nonesense
syllabical
soliloquy
not quite what
you might call
babbling but
blubbering
for i've be
come a child
again pass
ed birth
but not
even
fetal as i
fatally see
myself before
speech so need
to express facially
but i need an
audience of
adults say
ing things
as if they
were a child so
that they have
come down
a step to
be on
my level but it's
plain to see we
are actually on
a different
flight as
i'm going to
neverland and
they are going
to never mind
as the set
grows and goes
dark no more
arclights for
me to dis
embark
on my journey
even though
i'm just act
ing exactly
as to how
a child performer
would progress
in a world of
stardom
among
others and some not
yet discovered but
i see my destiny
in the make up
mirror
as i apply facial
growth growing
older with each
performance
now fourth
time before my
mirrored image
that i can't
imagine
is me
but he moves
exactly the
same as
when i
move
running
my fingers
through my
sprayed on grey
beard realizing like
citizen kane
i'm one in the
same yet putting
on weight not just
to make my feeble fat
fingers drop a snow
globe and mutter
my lover's pet
name for her
cl*tor*s
rosebud
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