Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I tried to maneuver
to a position where
I could see my intentions

the opaque usher
tore my ticket
wiped my seat, laughing

with no eye contact
amused at my obstructed view
a faceless head spoke

from inside an infinite cowl
soft foul cockney breath
" you get what you pay for sir

ha ha ha ha....ets right sir
ha ha ha ha....ets right, ets right.....
you get what you pay for."

it's downright creepy in the cheap seats...

-mb

yes mb, quite creepy indeed.....the shadow world of trying to find yourself...thanx for commenting.......