I observe the show
swiss precision
every actor hits their mark
no line dropped
the tailored words fit well
songs in tune on tempo
but the one beside me yawns
the show is vanilla
without depression or passion
good costumes, yes,
but empty eyes
Please tell me a story
with dirt under its fingernails
sweaty socks kicking the dog
bread crumbs swept under the mat
wine stain across the pocket
show me
something worthy
of trinity split
blood spilt
Picture: Everett Shinn, Footlight flirtation; accessed online, September 18, 2017
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