"appluad" poems
As Al kisses Ark: do not shine those lights on me.
"Can you hear the audience appluad?" I'm not going out there!
And as for Ark says to the vulnerable Al, "My love to you is true." Do not shine your lights on me.
And before the curtains close, where do I go for now I seek shelter?
God only knows, I told you not to shine those lights me.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
Dancers twirl
Through broken glass,
Blood in ribbons
On the grass.
False laughter fills
The air with smiles,
A collection of fake happiness
For a short and precious while.
Appluad the graceless efforts
Of the sinning ballerinas
As the crowd cackles
Like the call of a hyena.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC