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