when desperate

when desperate,

the cells of my body

spin a chaotic madness.

sins of the mind

hell’ed in abeyance

rise

to the sirens call of key lights

and become high-stepping rockettes

on an opening night.

that is what

i want the audience to see.

pomp.

dash.

verve,

verve,

verve

rather than the sight

of a collapsed chest

with a concaved heart.

i’ve become a madman

desperate,

desperate,

desperate to tell lies

in every sentence i speak.

they know,

everyone knows,

they know.

use sleight of hand.

misdirect them.

hold their imaginations hostage.

don’t worry.

at some point

I'll

soon

run

out

of

breath.