Play Actors,
By Terry Scott Niebeling
Scattered passage,
Recurrent transaction of passion-I love you, and action.
All added, all adjuncts, disheveled and defunct, but we manage.
Smile so much my face hurts.
Smile so much we lose shirts.
Smile so much we forgot the play is tragic.
Smile so much at the Antics.
A real tragedy, are we?
These are just words.
They live; they are heard.
Disappearing plight like magic,
And off with their heads.
Acting like the center of the discussion is the center of my mind, eyes wondering outside.
(Trust me, your laptop won’t make that thing beep, that’s a myth. Care to try?)
Oh! And all that’s been said and read.
