The Show Must
Them stagehands split our scarlet curtains again, my dear,
and the play proceeds—all actors strut their act, and
us, a we that never was a we, us,
searching our right lines remembering
stumbling, muttering you knows and yeahs and
sudden deliberate sighs for effect.
me shaky, stroking day’s worth stubble
silently suggesting good God drop sweet heavens down,
sparing just us, not forever
just for now, and you,
thousand watt eyes flooding my flop—me,
hopeful fool me hopeless clown
fade to black drop curtain pause
applause now bow breathe…
Ole Shakes rapped all world a damn stage.
Ain’t nothin
this nothin ain’t nothin this.
Me thinks this babbling lovemaking has earned us an encore.
and the play proceeds—all actors strut their act, and
us, a we that never was a we, us,
searching our right lines remembering
stumbling, muttering you knows and yeahs and
sudden deliberate sighs for effect.
me shaky, stroking day’s worth stubble
silently suggesting good God drop sweet heavens down,
sparing just us, not forever
just for now, and you,
thousand watt eyes flooding my flop—me,
hopeful fool me hopeless clown
fade to black drop curtain pause
applause now bow breathe…
Ole Shakes rapped all world a damn stage.
Ain’t nothin
this nothin ain’t nothin this.
Me thinks this babbling lovemaking has earned us an encore.
posted by shakes at 7:34 AM
1 Comments:
i like the playful pronoun use in stanza one--also the sounds--the action of the poem's 'scene' can be heard in the poem's text.
nice sounds in stanza two (and three), too.
i love the last line, but i can't say that i understand the poem as a whole or interpret its audience,
but i sure enjoy hearing it.
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