Behind The Curtain
Prompt response: provoking the theatrical
The stage has become a scroll
Of scattered verse — lost words
Parceled out
Distributed
Line by dismembered line
It seems
Somehow, we
Swallowed the stage
Perhaps attempting
A new form of exchange
Why not try echolocation!
See how far away these words go
Before making their way back
— or is it, fade?
Ahh but the water’s all muck
Maybe Elon Musk will rescue us now!
Who knows what we might find out there
Beyond all this
A me I may prefer, orbiting the next scene
It never is good enough
What’s right in front
But
Behind the screen I own the stage
The audience, all me
Like Poe locked beneath the floorboards
While the narrator screams
Louder please!
I think I hear people…yes, I think there’s people out there…there might be people out there…
Fuck the touch
Let’s just keep going on like this till dusk
When the screen lights up
Breathe & Be Still ©2022
Thanks J.D. Harms for the prompt; I‘ve been waiting for just this one.
And if this theme speaks to you then you may also appreciate this photo narrative based on: my rejection of the selfie.
