"Found Space"

Poem fragments 

1/26/14, 1/27/14

"Found Space"

To Theatre

I thought I was waiting in the wings

For act 2, scene 3, enter left

I’ll know the cue when I hear it

Prop check

Got it! A pen. Oh.

And a book of Italian verbs

They’re taking a Pinter pause out there

(Apparently its one of thoooose)

Its fine, I’ll doodle. Jot, scribble.

Surprising fragments

A space in which mystery finds substance

From silence emerges new voice

Tiny parcels in newspaper 

holding chocolate coins I’m shy to relinquish

even to friends at first

But they’re the only currency I’m left with

And so I realize

and so I realize!

I can still give beauty

Alms for the poor

Which make both parties rich

Ok, project to the back

I’ll speak from the diaphragm which encases the heart

And stand on my skeleton

Renewed.