suddenly his mind is lit up

        studio lights on full beam

                the audience gasp in delight

as broken characters shout their welcome from the stage

              and here come the meandering clowns, 

all manic grins and wild eyes  

            yesterday written by a lunatic

unfinished conversations 

         begin again and again 

like staggering drunks 

  arguing with the past 

first in whispered incoherence 

                  then in barked commands 

none of it makes any sense

just taunting hours creeping towards day light