Playwright

Adding to the flood, words that are too old to taste.
Everyone I loved disappeared without a trace.
I still call for them, but I don't have much left in me.
Comb the database -
evidence you ever lived no longer exists,
except the heart inside your kids.
I still cry for you. I hear your voice when I speak.

I got the future folded neatly in my drawer. Queen of the legless centipedes. Rich and poor.
Monaco deadbeat, entertain. Earn your keep. Panic's in town to visit me twice a week.

*Curtain's at nine. Where is the playwright? 
Fucked up my line. 
Deep in my wine.
Call off the door. Keep them from charging. 
I have the floor.
Love asked for more.