SMOTHERED SHOELACE LOOK
Slathered in sauce as well, a character actor
in a really serious drama, the locksmith in
a prison-break-out movie. All my wildest
fantasies about things I'd wanted to do have
come to naught. Look, just look at me now.
A straight-edged razor, a stupid man in front
of his mirror-glass, hold something lethal in
his hand at last. This, this surely should be the
way to go. I need some important closing
lines, some broad and wild ending to this
broad and wild ride, this one-act play, this
pantomime, this false charade.