This method-acting

I am excited to report that I am going to some random street corner this evening and will be playing "out." Sans the mic, of course, but there will be live bystanders and perhaps a Guiness in store. Covers, covers, for sure. In good time, I will hope to revisit the ones I can claim for my own in addition to penning some new ones. But for those in the know, we can probably imagine that the new ones will be recycled versions of the old, so why trample a done thing, right? Maybe, new experiences will equal new material. For my own listening pleasure, I hope so. I don't think I can stand to hear the whining anymore either.

Some ideas floating in the mind-mix.

Damn

when I know that I couldn't pretend

my heart into passing

this polygraph of testimony:

I'm over it.

Green-screen of living

On autopilot to escape into the daydream

My mind method-acting (out)

the alternate piece staring you and me.

So, duck You into the margin of my thoughts

Take a seat

there

in the chair

Beside what could've been.

Watch the wooden stage-

upon which play the players,

from a script to the role you wrote

yourself out of.