3/14/2025

I don’t guess you get the picture, 

being high strung in collusive pity 

up your sleeve. You find everyone 

thin on brain light. Tonight I'm pretty 

tired. The casino lights, nervous, marvelous 

hiding places. No one hears a thing.

You can see the lights for miles, and 

silhouettes of casting calls appear

to yield. There's no one right for open parts.

It’s dry in here, robotic even. 

No one meeting anyone face-to-face.

Fatuous frenzy, somebody please

invent a reason to go deeper here.

Say something approaching gravitas.