Theater of the Absurd, Peccavi, the Prologue

A murky applause is heard from outside the door
the plastic mystic sits
on the three-legged stool taking tickets
her legs spread deliciously

the stars taped
to her paper hat curl
with each word hissed from her lips
green slick with libido
her needy tongue lifts
the beggar's snot when he pauses

Underneath
she yearns for the taste of Salt.


The grins and the roses cast
in this dark daylight
are dangerous
 

inside the Theater
the rebel soldiers struggle
to hold up three way mirrors

but the reflections scream
as they are gouged from the silver glass:

the yellow toy elephant exploding stuffing
a mother and a baby singing away a nightmare in a rocking chair
the morning squeak of a school bus door
that first friend
and Grandpa's last Christmas

all must be erased
to make room