Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I will not ask you again for attention or art,
not for any part of anything you thought you had already given,
not for revisions of ideas, for pleas or bass lines,
not for clean laundry or mowed ideas, ideals dreamed
or performance notes.

I will not beg you for a moment
of time in the green room.

Break a leg.

I truly wish you the best.
I will be in the audience
applauding.

Stay in the Green Room then
they provide complimentary food there

I wish not to feed your resentment
it does very well dining on your soul

nor will I drop crumbs for the ravaging fowl of your anger
you feed them well enough with your eyeballs pecked

your bitterness gets nothing from me either
it is already feasting on your still beating heart

I would starve them all, the laggards.
they steal small pieces of you and don't show up in court

Pardon me, the Stage Manager calls
if you applaud, do it with conviction

pecked eyeballs? ouch! wow!
what's a laggard? lol.. gotta look that one up.
....

Anger serves only just desserts.
Bitter are the confections.
I dine alone every night.
I eat crow, but with dignity.
I am the maid, landscaper, accountant,
host, chef, server and kitchen help.
I can only serve myself.
The dining room is empty.
I don't eat free food at the green room
happy hour.
Happy hour has been discontinued.
I earn all the ingredients.
My ideas are often half-baked, true,
but my dishes are all well-prepared.

Lonely is the chicken.
It's plucked up.

I stand in the corner,
listening,
hoping,
that some damn
will break,
the one clogging
up the wildflowers,
in the mower rotors.

I squat on the floor,
imagining,
remembering,
willing,
that when the clog
loosens itselves,
flower petals
will rain out
everywhere.....


Smoochies.
H

thank you for your poetic reply, hest..... i am also imagining & remembering... smoochies back to ya