Thursday, July 12, 2007
Dim Lights
president of poetry
dishonored honorific
inevitable innocents
inarticulate hopeful
my fantasy theatre
real Santa Barbara
give me actors a room
I'll give you a play
dim lights glimmer
can battered eyes
adjust a quiet music
stubbornly continues
act publicly counter
frightened isolation
task accomplished
will have to satisfy
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