The Room You Take

We stare at mirrors as if image was a weapon of selfdefense At night I hide in actors dressing rooms for a working class experience By day I face an old theatre being razed to the ground making way for a parking lot Graffitis have curtains the nose cap of an umbrella arises from a mount of sand Oh Happy Days No need to stage anything The bulldozer is a dinosaur whose teeth and gracious neck swings by a EU flag In the boxes we await the audience Sometimes nobody comes Lost in a symbolic show of reality I can only watch the worlds end because all the endangered species perform and a reflecting labyrinth of life stories breaks through the glass of the Economic Eating Machine Even when the sky is falling theatre will always happen So choose the right place