A Quiver of Zip Ties
When I meander backstage
the scent of coffee prances out
to meet me
like the world's most invisible
welcoming committee.
Sparks announce the arrival
of a certain dinosaur-covered mug.
They jump from metal being cut
by someone whose only job
is to add to your dramatic timing.
Sometimes that dinosaur cup
sends us on jobs that I am 75% sure
are purely to give us something to do.
Sometimes I think you're secretly having us
build your dining room furniture.
But I know in reality we are at war
with the swiftly-approaching
Opening Night.
And we have the best commander
anyone could ask for;
An Archer, armed with
a quiver of zip ties,
a notepad and pencil,
and, of course,
plenty of coffee.
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Castles in the Sky (Poetry)
PoetryA collection of my poetry. I update sporadically.
