In a cabaret I am myself. There is the dangerous expectation of success of a joke, a note, or a dance, and the reality that you are naked before the audience, and have given them the right to judge the inner most parts of your being.
WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE?
Another December,Another end of the roadAs I look around and wonder,Where have all the people gone?
Tucked in tighter to...
Close Encounter at a Grocery Store
Grayed Vans, downcast eyes
Bear lumbering after cookies
How have you turned bald?!
Your quiet stare ceased.
How dare you remain yourself!
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