Thursday, November 03, 2011


Tonight acts and
pauses like a theatrical.
The curtain rises
thrice during intermissions
and falls as the drama ensues.

Act 1.
Murk and introduction.
I stir.

Act 2.
In medias res
with my girlfriend
flying in my balloon designed to make my
enemies jealous. They
reach up to grab me
as I throttle away.
My eyes open.

Act 3.
Sleep and wakefulness
mix. I count
and worry.


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