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Boulevard of Broken Bus Stop’s

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That’s what I was telling him.
That’s exactly what I was telling him.
Lenny come in here screaming and hollering with —
“I don’t have my hat. When I get my hat that’s when you’ll see.”
Scratchin the pool table,
Bending over his stick like “hmmmmm.”
Serious as coffee.
What is that? Hey! What is that?
Hey! Hey!
Don’t be Continue reading Boulevard of Broken Bus Stop’s

We Surrounded

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We surrounded you.

We surrounded you and we were seventeen adults and we were all dressed in black. You knew me—that’s it. That’s all it took for you to sit in that studio and watch grown men and women move in the space.

The instructor put duct tape on the floor in 5X6 square. Actors went into the middle. The assignment: make the space bigger.

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Picking Sides

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Happy, alone I sit.
Till, you need some help with it.
I put down my paper
You back to the make up.
I do a funny quirk,
It gives an empty look,
Crawls back to your employ,
While I sit with his toys.

‘Please help me with the baby.’
You ready for work: apply the powder;
While I entertain the boy.
The baby bored wants his mom,
And crawls to your employ.
While I in his room—sit alone,
Playing with his toys.