Wednesday: Court Date.
I roll over in my winter sheets,
Half expecting to see your face-
Half knowing it won’t be there:
It never has been.

I wind myself up and dive;
Not into liquid, no,
But into my mimes box.
I can find my way out or breathe,
Though nothing is there,
Letting myself be eyed behind my make-up
On the street corner
Only to entertain the public.

I put on my clown face:
A big, red, fake smile across my mouth;
Covered up scars of sitcom LInES.
I am a measly character doing what viewers want.
My mimes ways now set out to the world-
Another box!

I walk out the door-
Not even to the court house yet-
When I am being asked questions;
Judged really.
They ask with wavering eyes;
Mental images stroll alongside credits-
Famous actors known by millions.
That background character moves along
With what they think is an invisibility cloak,
But what is only a plastic bag.

Broad daylight breeches:
Walking this alley is not as feared as before.
Just to get away from them all…
Except…
Who are you?
Who am I?
Could we…?
No.
No.
I am scared, even with a security anklet
That lights the way red with every other
Second.

Down this troubled way,
I pass my past,
Push through the present,
And pray to god to stop my future.

God does not listen well…

Being dragged to the stand,
I am re-welcomed by the wavering eyes,
Not to mention the Judge themselves.
Question after question after question,
I answer,
(My fingers crossed over the holy book).

I lie!
Lie low like a dog!
The fatal trick has never failed me;
Until now.

Guilty.
Of what?
Deceit of information and
Death in oneself.

Finally, I can be free of them!
Indeed, I am in another box,
But I can be me;
Not what you want me to be.

And yet, alas, again I lie:
These ladies are here for a reason.
They are not what they seem.
It is time to lie again and return to my
Mimes ways,
Happily Lying…