ACT 9.

There’s a freak show on the edge of the wine glass. a stagnant freak show, a glass-honed, aimless Freakshow, an unperturbed, innocent, clean faced, Freakshow …

… and the birds don’t mind. the clean faced, unperturbed birds don’t mind.

They just keep on twittering.

and the only way to heaven is up, so keep walking vertically.

I am disjointed tonight, disjointed and tragic: a river of intricate bio-degradable footsteps.

I am a high flyer with no where to go.

I am saved and unwatered, I am crossed and exquisite and holy-shirted and misbeggoten and unlinked, and

hey!

look over there, an over acting
actor, a duck billed platypus, a person who restores his own belief systems each day and then allows them to retreat behind a long wall, made of tea-cups …

… and, hey, look
over there,

the mearest glimmer of light, as a diamond bracelet jingles and disconnects from the moonlight.

hey look over there:
a reason to live.

hey, look over there: an uncitified , lets get up and go, lace mantle …

PAUSE.

… a blessing in disguise,
dry your eyes, dry your eyes
a glittering golden prize
dry your eyes, dry your eyes

never mind the size
dry your eyes, dry your eyes,
just undo your ties,
dry your eyes, dry your eyes

release your sighs,
dry your eyes, dry your eyes

fly where the Seagull flies
dry your eyes. dry your eyes
I know it was bad …

… but it now sheds: its diguise.

END OF ACT 9

Picture by me : (not yet finished) :

song written and performed by me: “At Times Like These” :

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