THE ABANDONED THEATER

In the beginning there was silence....
and on the following day, unending violence......

Flying flyers drifting down to meet her
in a delicate dance in a trance at the entrance
of the abhorrent abandoned theater

Unheard words ripped from my lips
through newborn tornadoes of pages slipped
killing and filling in the factors of rage

spilling spelling sips from unwilling lips
brave and out from the cave in a cage
factors of the actors killing us all upon the stage

Oh the rage in this age....
"Oh the rage at our age"
Rampage after page after page after page
after page after page after page.......,,...,

I wished and willed and waited to meet her
to greet her white gloved hand from the stand
down to seat her.....and kiss her sweet hand without pause.......
to perform awaiting her angelic applause...........

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,",ghungertu..hhaurkk ---"CAAAN"T......"
..........................................., "caaaaant breathhhhh... ugteunrgnu"
glorious hands  echoing out, meter by meter
within the empty stands of the abandoned theater