Screen Dump 629
Your paper-thin past resurfaced last night
regurgitating its conceit
with little imagination and little hope
for a paid leave which though still in the works
seems iffy enough to release the logjam
and fire up the drone . . .
You delivered lines from a backroom whodunit
so as not to get sucked into an obsession
before disappearing
into an adjacent performance space
where a misanthrope walked on eggs . . .
breaking many and leaving several wide-eyes
in a quandary . . . Remnants of your past life
lie strewn here and there
as if holding forth in some makeshift vestibule
which in retrospect is a fitting tribute
to endplayers of all persuasions . . .
Your future is at risk of being grayed out . . .
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| Eva Tokarchuk |