kabuki/noh

by india southgate.

 
I had walked into a cinema 
That played a city 
With a completely unrelated
Diegetic soundscape:
When he opens his mouth a 
Yoooooooooooooooo!
In rising tone 
Falls out 
Upon his suit
As his grey lips keep moving over
All the intricacies English 
Will allow.
Devoid of it's politeness,
Every word takes the path of least resistance.
It is Brash
Crude
Inviting
Age receives and she recedes
A woman opening a glass door
A mirage of Paris shines back
In the middle of New York
In the centre of a dart
Thrown toward a globe
Her painted face and weighted eyes
A mask
Of frozen countenance 
And limited expression
Gives her
A hollow smile unmoving
As a desperate voice shouts 
A greeting
That comes out as a small echo.
  I don't quite know what I am watching.

[unpublished]

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