continued once again.....

Pt 10-
the rocky horror picture show
is the diversion for the time being
humor is a difficult concept to grasp
especially now that i no longer care,
the yelling is muted, i can barely hear the running
commentary,
but enough has been committed to memory
to no longer need volume or balance;
my dreams change direction
taking off in reverse towards the palace of ice,
once considered a home, a safe place,
now an empty shell devoid of emotion,
i miss the friends found there
the dreams never quite fulfilled;
a tear of pain at what might have been
drops to the sheet, a reminder of implied intimacies,
hinted alliances and of restrained passion,
all gone now, Mr. Legree has foreclosed on us,
orphaned and alone we seek solace
in our vices and cry into the night....

Pt.11-
flashes of remembered scenes crowd the screen,
i play to a SRO audience,
i, producer and director and cast
a poet of all trades, i excell at nothing
and dabble in all the arts,
none up to snuff but recognized as a poet
of some length and regard
i have a brush with greatness
only once every five years
and never a second show,
my track record speaks for it's self...........