May 30th, 2009

my face, my cage.

i had a dream that my face was on a billboard
and i drove right past it without noticing
my eyes screaming for recognition high above the freeway
begging, slow and remember what you were
i look in the mirror and each flaky piece of me
that falls into the sink leaves behind
a bit of a face i don't recognize
staring back at me blankly
a blank slate of a face that no one knows
an empty parking lot in front of an abandoned building
the sad death of something that someone had loved once
i can't fill the seats in my theater anymore
all that show are deadbeat vagrants and
pervs jacking off in the back rows and the dark corners
and when the reel rolls, the speakers crackle
from too much use
from too much to express and not the equipment to do it
straining against the poly-fiber screen masking its mediocrity
i used to be captivating
but now i am only captive.
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    that takes too much effort.