scowling stage right
to ennui at the fourth wall foot
mascara attitudinal scream
spins the woman by the stove
as fists eyes
eyes fists
pinhole shrink waiting by the beach
along she comes
as plaid the whip of wind in comes
the man with more mascara
sees you. the mist of particles becomes other
a screen, sheen
do you remember her sneaking up
those hats in boats
pliers of feet and yes the man
with more mascara
his hands like fish to the side
line upper left thru screaming
head clutching
they eros
strap and titanic into the wind
thank you
silence he falls to gnash ground
politely
fences leads door to fences of doors
but do door lead houses to beach pickets
) night (
*
phantom murmur bldgs slump
a stiffer courtyard
ghost chariot runs you down
running arms outstretched
i would forget it all
for wrought iron railings
and die on
melodrama
elsewhere she floats in rumples
demanding appearance
the drowning
a stage rehearsal
can't you see thru smile that i'm brinking
madness, no madeness
and prone to head hugs
maniacal hands
*
stairs wed whirls and alcoves
stall the mob of the suited
young boys that take your coats
dancing to big face
then face in a dim
and splits on a carriage
why not funerate the gown
and wallish the fitting
while heaping stalks
box horse gallop
for empty seconds
drinking and drinking i steam rising
is my face doing this in a hole
turned away and sinking
a bicycle revolving above
collapsing lead foot
dance floor whirl
*
a greased head turns a night we'll never forget
iris to me stern turban and laugh when one shot
(...) hops railings until one day turning falls
these hardbound yellow pages maketh me sweat
not so ha ha when you're it
a hand to the gauze
collapsing now in sepia
wonder
confessions end
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