Totally unexpected
Our 12th meet up
Some weeks later
Was among the stress
Of a first play read out
From my play collective
In a half empty theatre
Lost among the shadows
Filled with apologises
Which didn’t quite go to plan,

Needling truths
From fragmented lies
Among unreliable narrators
And witnesses of a brutal murder
Which was then followed
By a deeply

Deeply

Unfunny
Comic poet

Strapping on subtility about sex
With a lead fist
Instead of a gentle feather

Swaying in the moment
Between notes
Getting passed between us
Re-creating scenes
From the great escape

Wishing they would
Simply shut the fuck up.