dress rehearsal,

March 20, 2008 at 6:26 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 14 Comments
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now i know you’re not going to believe me
but i am as mad as a march hare,
who would be sane in such a world?

(now if you could just brush the hair out of your eyes so we can see them )

i wanted there to be one thing
wish would be true
in every situation to rely on as rock
and willow,

(cut! can we just adjust his.., yes that’s better)

and i realised that truth would be universal
since i am so changeable without
wish one would not be human

(props give him something to hold on to, now turn it over and look at it closely and up to the camera)

it’s not that i lack discipline
more that i feel movement
the skin transpires
Sir Richard looks at his watch. He is expecting Sir Ian for lunch. He remembers one night at the Vic when he heard a speech he thought he knew made articulate again. Cut, he murmurs to himself, wonderful, darling..

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