Theater People

a medley of mange

this group of misfits

laughing dancing

and grazing the strange

unconventional freaks

outlandish and odd

parroting our priests

and glib of our gods

mocking our trials

poking fun of our kings

curating our flaws

as they jump and sing

bent and demented

indignant to drones

lippy and pert

these rolling stones

theater people

Hyperbolic Lung

 ten thousand times

you repeat the line
mine is the lucky number

what is real what is true
just what we perceive
like the collective views
the sky is blue

a linear eccentric
quips from the hip

i never have but
she will soon

arc a phrase
tell a truth
perpetuate a lie

but right on time
the real is revealed
with the curve of your words
you bark at the moon