The intimate theatre

Scene in a dark room began at noon.
Unending. The players counted two.
Velvet chairs dotted all about
like pretty pores. Circular, without legs.
Samba clicked out by voyeur crickets
or sneaking kin of theirs. Music short
and loud. The players stole their ears
from their parents, from funneled horns.
They drank each other down. Cast out.

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~ by Jeremy on June 18, 2012.

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