these synthetic lights are too loud
the microphone keeps
threatening to take off my head
i don’t want to be a part of this cast anymore
the script is grim, defected
infecting my nights as i fixate on the plot,
which
baffles
me
with its steady flow of crisis
the director keeps demanding dramatic theatricals from me
we rehearsed this particular scene a few dozen times
i’m in an airport terminal
a woman bears to me grave news of a man
who has drowned himself
screeches erupt from the mouth of a child
end scene
now the final production has been released
i’m sitting in the audience
my life is happening on the screen
there are
earthquakes
in my veins
i am the director of this film
roll the credits
but don’t give me credit for this
-k.p.-
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
these synthetic lights are too loud
the microphone keeps
threatening to take off my head
i don’t want to be a part of this cast anymore
the script is grim, defected
infecting my nights as i fixate on the plot,
which
baffles
me
with its steady flow of crisis
the director keeps demanding dramatic theatricals from me
we rehearsed this particular scene a few dozen times
i’m in an airport terminal
a woman bears to me grave news of a man
who has drowned himself
screeches erupt from the mouth of a child
end scene
now the final production has been released
i’m sitting in the audience
my life is happening on the screen
there are
earthquakes
in my veins
i am the director of this film
roll the credits
but don’t give me credit for this
-k.p.-