Cartesian theatre.

you are in the third act
of your own tragedy

the audience is
quite dead
with emotion

they have been
since the box office
chained up and blocked off
the doors

sticky stale soda
immobilize their feet
pinning them to floor


the lights are dim,
there is a deep
crimson haze
to the drapery


gothic sound
bleeding echoes
bounce off the walls
from a haunting past lament


in this Cartesian theatre--

your mind,
don't let it become a coffin
forever immortalizing what was

.

jump off of the stage
run to the projector room
and kindly ask the homunculus

to step down
as you shout your elegy

to the last film

and give way to the new

future presentation