Closing Time

the curtains are drawn, show's close.
outside, the crowd roars encores,
girls throw lingerie/brassiere.

the stage lights that pervade fade.
inside, the players smile, wild
with satisfaction of enaction.

the music hushes; final touches
to cease a masterpiece.
complete in culminate.

the people about thin out,
taking memories of fairies.
tales to admire and inspire... forever...

Papers

I stare in dread and abhorrence
as paper after paper is returned
like a broken photocopier
The awful results printed and reprinted
over and over again

I try to jam the machine
pull the power plug, stop the nightmare!
But it churns out paper after paper
continuing its mechanical motions
heedless to my plight

I lift the cover to tear the original
yet there is no paper to be found
then I see the face in the clear glass
and I submit to paper after paper
of my own reflection

Road

As one wonders down the path most taken
The mind drifts to the road forsaken
Would the journey be easier then?
With so few to set the trend?
But alas, the route has been chosen.

Should one create a new track from old?
But so many perils and dangers untold!
Stuck at invisible crossroads
Weighed down by decision's loads
Stay strong, keep the path, be bold.