superhero
vaudevillian acts of fur, claws and causal hunger
in
the quiet
of
a thousand smells
your question comes
is
life just bleeding
finding
worth
squeezing
last
drop serenades
from
a soul
with
a hole
near
where a heart
used
to be
perhaps,
said the rabbit
to
the cat
in
a hidden crouch
perhaps,
you may want
to
move to the light a bit
if
only to enhance
the
drama of our shadowy
theater
game
predator
and prey
you
may say nothing
but
the shudder fever
of
my not seeing
the
direction
you
are coming from
to
eat me
spills
something
even
blindness
can
taste
I
have no
telephone
booths
to
duck into
no
bat cave
or
magic hammers
of
Thor
there
is only
the
small garden shed
I
am cornered in
with
you, cat
somewhere
near the door
waiting
on your cue
just
off stage
EJR
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Wow! Talk about taking you right into a moment, right into the character; very full of life!
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