smokerings

[ Another fossil, dated March 2009 ]

it's over -
over.
There's nothing more to understand
no lines left to speak.
We watched the curtain fall,
the last act
of the season
and no encore calls,
not this time.
It's over, now and there
is no going back.

the play was a rotten
stinking thing
watch them shift and
wring their programs in agony
all through the final dialogues.

what's left to say?
and even if you were to
make your way
to the front of the stage,
look over the sullen seats and
soda cans and bray
"...."

no one's listening. no one cares.
It's over.