Incomprehensible Manifesto

Eschew story, the stepped stair, the stringer.

Reject thread.

Leave

the knot off the end. Pull it all

the way through. Throw the thimble

across the room. Be neither armor

nor vulnerable finger.

Forget confession,

cone of light, gray table.

Glare at the good cop.

Smile at the bad one.

Reject without object, all objects.

Offer

a tray of vowels.

Os for dipping, Us filled with wine.

Say no thank you.

Say thank you, no. Say you thank no.

Never stir.

Break the tiny plastic swords

in half and leave them

in a pile on the bar.

Always shake.

Construct for hours. Leave bones. Leave

pants on the floor, crumpled.

The audience understands,

even applauds,

rhythmless thwacks

from the corners of the darkened room.