I am sitting on a windowsill
in a room in a house
watching myself get into bed
and stare off, hoping someone sees me,
knowing that I do
and she leaves the room for lack of a response
and I wait a moment
and then the thought comes to me
that I am always doing this
that I am framing shots for footage
measuring feet for inches
inching towards a goal that is so distant it is featureless
and knowing I will never reach it
for I cannot jump high enough
and I ask myself why this pursuit of manufactured drama
why this theatricality that lends itself to the autonomous scripting of made for TV movies?
I will find an answer sitting at this desk
watching myself sitting on a windowsill
watching myself lay in bed
watching
and observing
and writing.
Part we in friendship from your land,
ReplyDeleteAnd, noble earl, receive my hand.
My castles are my king's alone,
From turret to foundation-stone.
And not a moment will he bide,
Till squire, or groom, before him ride;
My path no more to cross-
"Ah! dastard fool, to reason lost!"
Oh, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
Ask me not what the maiden feels,
Left in that dreadful hour alone:
Perchance her reason stoops or reels;
Perchance a courage not her own...