The Invisible Curtain Call

Invisible curtains ruffled continuums.
She waited for the lifting and the call,
for the weightless processions.
The pressure tempted forgotten lines,
and the props vanished into countenances
that wished to wear her.
Circles stampeded the pathways
to "Take 33" of the falls into
shells of broken dreams.
So much shattering.
She tried to undress a show
that demanded to go on.
The theatrical ploys plowed
mercilessly, leaving the wonderings
of why carousing at a back
stage pass in the depths of
realizations and sensations
of nocturnal lack of concerns.
"Why look here?" the stage hand asked.
Her eyes searched for the questioner,
finding only air adrift
behind the invisible curtain.
In this she beheld no delight.

Vashti (c) September 2007

Words

Words came out to play
They came out to talk
They came out to describe, imagintion, contrive.
They came out to express, object, interject and propose
They came to question, coach, suggest.
They came out to shout.

Words waged wars.
Words wooed.
Words wondered.
Words told stories, myths, legends and tall tales.
Words found brail.

Words came out to make mentions,
make drama, to laugh breath in-between syllables,
whimper with weepers and whisper with whistlers.
Words faked ficticious fallacies, sometimes.
Word came out to imagine, when.

They came out to mock Moby.

Vashti (c) September 2007