‘the creation of a character on stage’edit

acting my life away,
on a stage, i have no lines to say.
stringing together pieces of old songs as i sleep, but–
i don’t dream, i am a steady stream
(always concious)

don’t speak, don’t sleep, watching executives in pastel three-piece suits exchange pleasantries, don’t look too closely or they fade, don’t stare at them directly or they become pieces of scenery.

* * *

comingintoclosecontactwiththerealworldisnofun
afterspendinglazynightswith
perfectstrangers
eatingonlydonutsanddrinkingdietpepsi
andhavingfrontrowseatsinsomeoneelseslap
findingyouandhavingothersfindyou,too
andyoufindthemamazing
andtheywatchedrealtears
andtheywipedthemaway
andtheyheldyousoclose
andspokethewordsyoudidn’tdareto
andtouchedyouinsideandoutandmadeyounew.

all you need is love.