At least you look the part. You look like they’d think you’d look, and seeing is believing. It might work if you stand just so. It might work if you stick to the script. Belief is easier when everybody does it. Remember the audience, remember the ensemble, remember where the exits are. Play it right, it’s money in the bank. Take the show on the road, you’re set for life. You can’t go wrong giving them what they want.
It’s been a long time since I had my act together. It’s been a long time since I put on a show. The skills aren’t quite there and there are holes in my head where the old routines should be, but my hands know what to do. The entity always shorting the organism, the organism always the knowing of a multitude marched hard through long time. Creation always one up because creation keeps working on its act. The show doesn’t sit around and wait. The show goes on.
The moon might shine yet if you pray on it. The clouds might part if you ask them nice. The sky leaks out of the frame, dull deluges and empty threats. A gray from the beginnings of color, a gray ready to turn back to black, lingers in the arriving night. The stage is always set, though there’s no telling about the show. Arrivals and departures, beginnings and bad ends. It might look like justice, it might look like karma, it might look like cruelty from soup to nuts and the place isn’t winning any prizes. A lot depends on the seating.
