Ani is working with Utah again, and I keep thinking how can collaboration and comradship be found in this business? I forgot my lines on stage last night and my lines off stage this morning, and no one helped me in either circumstance. See, talking to you has always been rehearsed and now that you are leaving I have much too much time to myself to dwell and think about what could of been. Sure, I could just go get drunk again with Bruce, but even my alcoholic friends are thinking about sending me to AA. Or I could go dance at the World until my feet hurt and it is three in the morning, but the drive to West Hollywood isn't worth it unless you join me. An epitaph, my dear, will be written in my mind even though when we say our final good-byes I will merely let out: it was nice to meet you.
Reason for writing:
blah,blah,blah, yada,yada,yada, so this poem is jibberish. It is the best my burnt mind could come up with in weeks......
Birth sign: Aquarius
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