BACK STAGE. MADE UP. FULL COSTUME DRESS. STAGE LEFT. ACT III. LEFT TO CONFESS
February 8, 2014
“The joke in your language/ Don’t come out the same” Tom Petty
It’s a fact I guess
That here backstage
I fear before the final act undresses
The unspoken, the between the lines, the off the page,
Is revealed I’ll mull over my moves
How shall I shade my lines, my lies?
I’ll retain written refrains,
But refrain giving more? or remove? or improve?
All the way back to old balconies
“My Word To The Unwise..
It’s getting so I gotta get a call on
If I’m drowning
Or if I’m dying of thirst.”