I don’t ever remember auditioning
but I cross the stage and lights fade to dim
the audience hushes to catch this melodrama
and I feel all eyes are staring through my performance
I bring out the jokers, the fools
the bastard, the bitch
they strut, scream
crawl
beg
and eventually cry forgiveness
and it is all replaying itself
on stage after stage
in a car, in a room,
on the street corner
same lines, same roles
– Chris George
December 1981
