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betterdays Jun 2014
metamorph
betterdays
Jun 2014
i see, in the black
studio cave of creativity.....
gangling, disinterested youth.
metamorph...
into mecurial, liquid madness...
fluid, upon the stage,
they fly, toward the lights.
moths, to a burning moon.
momentary flashes,
of. god's humour,
in flight across
the mechanical sun's
gelled brightness.
and then the curtain falls.
and they drift back,
into their former selves,
inarticalate, but secretly
smiling.
studio cave of creativity.....
gangling, disinterested youth.
metamorph...
into mecurial, liquid madness...
fluid, upon the stage,
they fly, toward the lights.
moths, to a burning moon.
momentary flashes,
of. god's humour,
in flight across
the mechanical sun's
gelled brightness.
and then the curtain falls.
and they drift back,
into their former selves,
inarticalate, but secretly
smiling.
impressions of last week's practical theatre exams.
mads
Nov 2013
I.
Dost thou love me?
II.
Art thou in pain?
III.
Doth the wind change shapes?
IV.
Shakespeare is dead.
And I fear all that you held
is dead too.
V.
Magician pulls the strings,
To the puppet wings...
We bleed.
VI.
But for what is this chatter,
As the rain doth pitter patter,
Drawing ever closer the sea to my feet.
VII.
A breath of fresh air
Too sharp to swallow softly,
I cough and magenta butterflies
Fly.
VIII.
Falsetto wings.
IX.
I never learnt to sing.
X.
Typical pulsating blood organs
Punching blue and black
Against bones made of metaphorical steel.
XI.
You stole me.
Dost thou love me?
II.
Art thou in pain?
III.
Doth the wind change shapes?
IV.
Shakespeare is dead.
And I fear all that you held
is dead too.
V.
Magician pulls the strings,
To the puppet wings...
We bleed.
VI.
But for what is this chatter,
As the rain doth pitter patter,
Drawing ever closer the sea to my feet.
VII.
A breath of fresh air
Too sharp to swallow softly,
I cough and magenta butterflies
Fly.
VIII.
Falsetto wings.
IX.
I never learnt to sing.
X.
Typical pulsating blood organs
Punching blue and black
Against bones made of metaphorical steel.
XI.
You stole me.
10:50 pm. Lack of sleep week 2.