For scenes in which you are not the star.
The scene,
begins
the way of every one before,
set up, pent up, written as a score.
Do you forget your lines,
or is the awkward pause
A dulling of your sentiment,
and apathy
your cause
I do not-
cannot-
let this continue...
slaughter of my main character,
my hero/heroine
Your acting is too real.
You hold your glass with the ease of a lush
dangling from your hand.
Let the liquid spill,
as if to say,
"there is more,
there is always more".
you carry yourself light,
small movements
feather-wisp and plush.
You scan the room balanced on the tips of fingers
You catch an eye, a smile, a darkness lingers;
and off you go.
You grabbed the brass ring-
held it high.
Despite knowing that within the blink
Out will pull the anchor,
unplug the patched up holes,
and, without a fight, you sink.
Read your lines, memorize
Remember the scene
the smoke-filled screen
the mirrors reflect the story
of the plot
of the script
behind your eyes.
You poor,
poor thing
I cannot imagine
The utter devastation
of playing this character every day.
It seems
that the reviews are good.
