painting by Clinton T. Hobart © |
acting
every
wall
every
mask
is
a different
ghost
chime
a
separate
rattle
toothed
wind
through
leafless
trees
a
sleepless
November
on
its knees
waiting
for
the
death knell
and
damp bouquet
that
hangs
just
above
freezing
in
want
the
smell
of
every line
in
this play
is
a cry
for
more
of
what
you
have
to
give
as
an audience
shelling out
an organ
donor
bloom
EJR
©
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