Movement

Hair, makeup, wardrobe.        Put out the cigarette.        Make a coffee.

 

                        Make everyone laugh.

 

 

“More movement,” he says.                “More music,” he says.

 

 

Movement, movement.        Music, Music.




Turn on your rock star and dance.



His muddy boots were like bloody daggers.
Background white as printer paper. It’s ruined now.

People still as preschoolers. Replace it. No reason for the movement. Distract it.

Bright lights, lights create shadows.
Bright lights like God upon him.

Clean up the mess, clean up the sin.

 

Thank you, thank you.

 

 Good job, baby.            Light up the cigarette.        Make a coffee.

                        Make everyone laugh.

                                More movement, more music.