Looking For Exile

A delay in my response, my brain’s on a break.

I pause all the sound, we’ve done take after take

Of this never-ending story.

And I’m tired to the bone, I can’t fake the laughs.

I’ve written three thousand broken paragraphs

About this love I hold before me.

When I see you, my forth wall turns into dust,

My head buzzes in neon from dawn until dusk –

And I am hardly sorry.

But the cameras are rolling, the crowd is electric.

The tension in your chest evaporates as I whisper

“The others also bore me.”

A delay in my response, my brain’s on a rise.

I pause all the sound. There’s only your eyes

Dictating this never-ending story.