Thursday 5/19/2011 12:36:00 AM

soft stones pelt the curtain. trajectories misused. her play rambles on. in dwarfed dialogues. and faceless actors.

the audience wants to applaud, but can't determine when it's appropriate.

the chaos of choice. little lambs on the backs of wolves. dull crayons. in the fists of blind children. the picture never tells.

it's simple division. long skirts and loose blouses lost in the woman.

a thief. a poet. how they differ is unknown. yet how they are alike needs no explanation.

perfect poisons are too easy to come by. this dying only gets in the way.

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