on this stage
in this theatre, because of the things on the shelves
the actors playing roles, a mixture of roles and playing a mixture of something
what appears as human may only be acting as if human
practice of manipulative skills:
she to him: "look at this guy!"
and promptly his eyes are landing on mine;
so
she can command the movement of his eyes
do they know what they're doing, and they keep on doing it
if it's a command, her command
then
you can add a walking question mark to that which commands
she to the other shes: "don't talk to that guy!"
so
the shes of this group she controls
behind my back as if beyond my ears
she's massaging the other shes' ears
well no, there's no laughter, no smile
manipulative hysteria known to books
this structure set up for failure drama
continuous gossip circulating behind my ears
an ongoing contamination of any and every of her activities
camouflage as if efficiency by mouth
her eyes hide
then urge on via other's eyes
this continous
if there is continuity within her
it is continuity from without
streamlined people mouthless
that enables her to hide
behind the others who obey commands
a kennel of doggy things pavlovian roles
lust like hotdog's mustard
add to this seasonal illusions,
as if non-human empowerment calculates
in-between lines stuff
free from law
spirituality made visible
on this stage
gossip galore theatre
shes push on via eye contact, negative commands rule
complicit she voices
the body language beneath below the uniforms
the shame of nakedness
uniform within collective shame
is all language cover up
commands always interrogate
when signs s/peak - know
banana peelings always lack content
who knows who knows all shes walk on a slippery stage
in this theatre made of shelves and iles
of eyes that mirror but who knows