private little play
rare production

I opened my own theatre
starring me
supported by beige walls
it requires no audience
just a few pieces of furniture and lamps
they will never answer wrong
to all that I would like to serve them
my own concerns and conflicts
with the other side of society
on the other side of the window
I can scream, I can swear, I can sweat
everything is patiently listened to
within this headquarters
no one is angry, no one’s fault
there is only a small flaw
in this well-knit committee
there is no other brain here than mine
so sometimes
there is no distance to all this
production at costs known only to me
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...



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