No Encore this evening.

I’m trapped, imprisoned in an auditorium,

Alone on a stage of stagnant dreams,

With a mist of vapored happiness,

Laying desolate beneath my feet,

Creeping in every direction,

Yet never leaving, never parting.

Each line I cast out with vigour,

Only to be swallowed by gluttonous echoes,

Of silent patrons basking in self-absorption,

And drowning in their sea of shadows,

Light streams from vacant balconies,

Only to be quenched by curtains closed.