This is pretty obvious. Some days are like this.
today, again
behind the scenes
the lighting crew, the construction manager,
dressmakers, all aboard
all working together
the audience, well-who isn't the audience
applauds as the first players
appear onstage.
The show must go on
improvised, the writer scribbling
even as this little passion play progresses
so much for so little
critic turned director
I call for more greasepaint
better costumes, a little more feeling,
a little more drama
the leading lady cries glycerine tears.
Music, always in the backround.
Finally, the curtains close.
This is how I get through every day.
For my little audience, you.
I count the meager receipts.
Show's producer too.
© 2006 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2006-09-29 at 05:41
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The Show Must Go On
The play commencestoday, again
behind the scenes
the lighting crew, the construction manager,
dressmakers, all aboard
all working together
the audience, well-who isn't the audience
applauds as the first players
appear onstage.
The show must go on
improvised, the writer scribbling
even as this little passion play progresses
so much for so little
critic turned director
I call for more greasepaint
better costumes, a little more feeling,
a little more drama
the leading lady cries glycerine tears.
Music, always in the backround.
Finally, the curtains close.
This is how I get through every day.
For my little audience, you.
I count the meager receipts.
Show's producer too.
© 2006 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 1250 times
Written on 2006-09-29 at 05:41
Tags Loneliness
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