Performance

If I had a bullet I’d use it
The only friend that would refuse me.
Occasionally
Deferentially
Reverently
My television asks me
Who’s watching?

You?

New profile?

Mute?

Which one of all?
Pause

Laughing

(sigh)
Will the revolution ever be tele-vised
For the deaf and blind?
Or even those not?

Will we ever were
Land of the free?
Or did they think simply
stealing onto shore
“Free land.”

I echo our ancestors:
The stars in the sky.
We share.
All hearts beat drums.

The starlight you see?
Millions of years older,
If time be grabbed.
(shakes head,
It not)
There’s no point.
Period.
Point.
Period.
Point.
(blinks twinkling)

Unpause.
Curtain.