11 january

all the time in the world and not a direction to go in
no calls to come in to return to attend to
selective attention and unmentionable rudeness
the crudeness with which we measure successi
how can i sleep and what else is there worth doing
clean up and tuck in
watching a movie that is tidier than life and with a better soundtrack
so easy to imagine scripts that ought to scenes that should be what i'd wear and what who'd say
anyway any day something like that
scribbling furiously and then finding myself alone on stage
floor falling out
curtains uncertain