LIGHT WARRIOR

Casting Call

Nag Champa burning

Smoke fills what remains of this space

It seems to fluster all of the nosier ones that are abound

You know, all those who make it obvious that they are taking their sweet time as they move from point A to point B

Muttering under their breath as if it takes all the strength they can muster just to be able to butt in

A faint grin now takes over my mouth, recently twisted profusely by an utter lack of amusement

Waiting, still, for reasons that remain unapparent to all who may catch wind of my temporary fate

Mercury, retrograde in motion

I have tried to make myself forget that it is here

For, I really have a sincere disdain for anything that forces me to hate it

I have a rough time dealing with the times when I have no other choice but to wait

So, I often try to get something out of it all rather than just bitching and moaning incessantly until that moment comes when it finally gives in and begins to fade away

Anymore, these days, I find myself unable to escape the urge to chase after it

Like a child would do if it were a unicorn or a white rabbit

Today, I notice that my usual fan club has seemingly vaporized into thin air

Normally, it lingers around my every move like a bad case of \"The Clap\"

The incense smoke has chased away all of the fanfare

It is a bit odd in the first place to be burning it in a place and time like now

Then again, I am certainly what you would call an \"odd ball\"

When the freak show has posted a casting call, I am one of the crazies who spend the night prior out on the sidewalk in an attempt to be the first idiot to walk through the door

Perhaps if I were to wait until after the Director has eaten their lunch, I would land the gig a bit more often

I truly believe that patience has found me

Somehow, somewhere within the chaos and the haze

Now, if it could just force me to hold still, so that I do not become lost within the walls of my own maze

Its 1983

I am the bitch who won the casting call for lead actress on \"The Shining\"

Jack Nicholson stares down at me and that brat who plays his son through an evil gaze

Hey dude, I am much prettier than that pining bitch that you were married to on camera

You should come help me find my way

You will be a much happier camper, mark my words

I guess that is all I have left to say

3/10/2013