Saturday, November 16, 2013

staging a set up

our time, i sense, is coming to an end.

i was, but a mere bridge, which was meant to take you from where you were
to here.

i believe a big part of that is done and behind you now,
no point hanging around now.

you make that much clear, as clear as the way dew drops disappear.
from that, from them, 
i take my cue, and look at the script in my hands and utter the words:

"good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
that i shall say good night till it be morrow.”

she laughs

this is no romeo juliet! you have your lines all mixed up. oh my dear love-struck puppy!
look at you! 
my oh my! 
this is a different stage
and we're rehearsing 
romeo must die!

eyes aghast. mouth teary. his base shaky, he opened his mouth but before he could speak
she turned around and was speaking to the world around. 

oh, that was then, when he noticed, he had been speaking to her back all along, 
and her lines, conversations, sharings, feelings, had always been going on, 
on the opposite side of him.
such a newbie, she said.
look at me, and learn.
you must always be facing your audience.
[wait! what! always?
  but that doesn't make any sense.]

pay no heed to me, he said 
love-struck puppy, struck down by love, he said, 
and then with melancholy, he mouthed these words: 

“love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.”

just then the big little voice inside him bellowed, shut the fuck up.
you're losing the script again. what's with this nonsense about smoke and love and sighs?
don't you get this, you're on the sets of
romeo must die!