Gulp

It is honed, polished

my eyes are dotted
and my tea is cold

I fear that I left
far too much man
and you
out of the script

and the plot ...

well, we'll not talk about that
I had one once,
somewhere

swallowed with a gulp
when the agent asked
for the whole

but it is gone, sent

a press of a key

and the watch of a bar
crawling across the screen

damn, but I need a drink
and the Darjeeling
is not going to quite
hit the spot