Performing To A Blind Audience
Tonight I am going to outshine someone. Anyone.
I am sick and tired of being overlooked and tonight
I am rolling the dice. It’s a run of the mill day,
A sleepy charcoal with monotony twisting through the tarmac.
I squeeze shiny lycra in my palm.
Alone accompanied by an empty desk, mine. Tear. It was
in shreds and now the ballerina is in shreds, no costume
tonight. I sing skill onto the blackboard, the chalk’s
high-pitched screech wants to echo me, a shade of green
I would be a VIP, with a glimpse of an opening
But from now I will receive more claps. ...