"Applaud"

  To the stage gentlemen,
 yet the daylight moon
   shifts unnoticed
 
  to the rift in her tears
your hands meet to fill,yet
   midnight awaits each of you

  to the grand fall
 off the stage,only regardlessly
  consumed as disaster

  to the slow soundly admittance
 of the barbarian,dressed
   casually as you

  to the lone peanut
sitting at the window grill,
 every little parable attached
 
  to the air in the room
 sodden with breath,multiplied
   only by its size
 
  to the shudder of a heel
stuck in the wooden floor,oh the
  terrible outcomes of reach
 
  to the teary eyed blonde
in the front row,a row for gems
   the heart shaped ones
 
  to the white smoke,rising gradually
befitting the organics
   of the human mind
 
  to the colourless bangles
   sparingly hung over the light bulbs
  popping into everyone's mind as red and blue

  to the anemic commotion
backstage,the whispers of god
   probably not

  to the man cowered
behind the upright paper trees,
  sweating his anonymity

  to the sombre decline
in passing the end,
  between your fingers

  to the curtains
as they fall,
  reminding you of being taken

  to the spreading chorus
of the chairs' yawn
 mindless tricks that wriggle the soul....