Poetica.

Enjoy.

Poetica

Only one breath to take in the lights,
we found what no one else ever wanted.
Alive and well and nearly there,
this reminds me of a saying i used to know.
The hollow sounds from backstage are my legacy,
never there, whatever was fair.

Last kiss and the remnants on the wall,
we walk the floor of dreams gone home.
When makeup just looked better,
no one made a scene like the audience did.
Build up the cast, let down the show tonight,
Painted faces never looked so dull.

Dreams are me at the edge of sight,
the marching band sits down this time.
They only just remembered the line they're in,
still, miming musicians they remain.
This is poetic, this is alone time,
we begin again after everyone leaves.

Reminiscence is the traces of your eyes,
the marks from where you slept last night.
Where everyone wishes their smile was real,
the coloured washes are a placebo.
Crippling bows causing hangovers,
I'll never drink the lights again.