we went to see "godspell" in a mountain theatre
in a small country or state
whose name has too many consonants
thrown like a profusion of dice
shaken in totalitarian hands
and onto an imaginary board
in a misbegotten game
aping the ideals of democracy
we felt like pawns
we moved like the knight
and the bishop, respectively
we castled like we were masturbating
in a philosophical porn-film
the lights were too low
for the players all costumed as "salome"
except that the black veils
cover all the actors
like they were pulled from the sleeve of a muslim
magician (covered in her natural darkness)
who was giving all that she had
but could never reveal herself
all of the pieces and players
were stumbling across the board blind
the veils covering their eyes
we acted as the king and queen
risen from our former status
a great wind began to blow
and the mountainside chess board began to tremble
and the shrieks and cries of all the player pieces
rose up like a choir of whores
and we tumbled to the other side of the tor
and landed in a clear running stream
and i looked into her smiling eyes
a said i normally wind up bleeding, drunk and in a ditch
we should go out again
A.e.L