clara

she sets the scene diagonally,
flits across the stage, 
encoded words of solepsy
a number stanzas unremembered
cedille ceci c'est si

pantomimes of pleasures unreturned
slithers through the alcove coruscates
unending cabaret a play she cannot see
to apices calumny caterwauling press
opress my dearling deviant desultory
stage a scene she flirts across the stage 

choirs casting choruses some eight or ten
shimmering ovations clap she cannot hear
olé the crowd is running wild turning
over pages of a program underprinted
corridors too winding to properly besiege 

stand upon a sweet deserted street
sentimental moiety of longings trapped
set up the timer, take a taxi home

meet me mon lapin at eight or ten
we must celebrate the overture success

feigning grimaces brush over the carpet
crossing chimneys and vibratos stop  
sleep she stops a will to sleep
sweet sweet harmonies idea slips —

Liza Libes