opening night

it happens again…stretch, breathe, loosen, limberset is ready, props in placetalk to the walls cards, flowers, chocolatespep talks and last wordscountdown to curtaincoffee with whisky giving your bestplaying the crowdlisten for laughsbows and applause don the suitascend the loungeshake handssalutations Thanks for comingSo glad you enjoyed itIt’s a great scriptWe worked so hard agents, producers,Continue reading “opening night”

wasted on the youth

times come when I’m down about growing older then I am reminded how lucky I am   the idiocy of youth empty, hollow, vacant:   high fives, slapping asses, “I love you, man” incoherent displays of affection confusion over bar tabs and up-turned polo collars leftover tensions from high school   slogans, quotes, stolen expressionsContinue reading “wasted on the youth”