encore for the lesser beings

 


we are all only
a day away from:

a knives edge

a madman with
a gun

losing a job

losing a love

shattering our
sanity

each moment
a pennydreadful

a film noir

a french
farce

inside of us,
a grand theatre

act
upon
act of
mocking
critical
review

performances of the
wasted and hell-bound

wearing the masks
of
Thalia
and
Melpomene

and at our
feet

ants
applaud
and
cheer