Monday, July 15, 2013

Shadow of Myself

Some take it badly
if they take it at all,
news that one and

one ran off the edge
of the screen together,
nothing in their wake

but an empty bottle,
a blank script, someone
else's candy wrapper.

Not me.

Not while I have a
willing wall for a stage
and the puppeteer's ear,

and recall without a sigh
how the script first read
when drafted.

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