Bury The Thespian

How do you bury
A persona
In concrete

After
That ego
Has suffered
A major
Mind shattering
earthquake
And is all in rubble
And the bodies context
After seismic depressional waves
Has liquefied
Under the public’s glare

When sinking
Below
The surface
Of a well poured bath
Just isn’t hard enough
To keep out the noise

When buried
Beneath
Feather duvet covers 
Snuggly pulled overhead
Just isn’t heavy enough
To keep out the light

When drinking
Rum
And bitter lemons
Straight from the mixer
Just won’t harden
To set your resolve

When pouring
Out your feelings
Feels like chiseling
Your epitaph
Into your headstone
Mounted
on slumped shoulders

So Sophia
How do you bury
A persona
In concrete

After
That ego
Has suffered
A major
Mind shattering
earthquake
And is all in rubble
And the bodies context
After seismic depressional waves
Has liquefied
Under the public’s glare

©bg 2016

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14 thoughts on “Bury The Thespian

  1. the poem creates a momentum that carries me through, not an easy task with a poem of this length. looking at the arrangement of the lines, it occurs to me that maybe their appearance was to mimic what shows up on a seismograph when there is a quake. anyway, i love the spunk in the poem even amidst “seismic depression waves.”

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    • Glad you enjoyed, thanks for the feedback, I have to say it was a fluke if it mimics a quake but your info that it’s does was cool to learn. Cheers 😊

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  2. Made me laugh! Backstory: picture sixty year old me, playing out with my hobby band, a short 3-song demo set, things not going very well, and the mini synthesizer/loop machine gets stuck playing one note, say g-flat. It’s an annoying background sound and no one can figure out what it is. A car horn outside? Someone playing a guitar back by the espresso machine? No, it’s us, and now the crowd starts to get restless …

    Anyway, great poem. Cheers —

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  3. I had a dream of a man who was shaken violently, yet not a drop was spilled. He was crushed forcibly, yet the bottle never cracked. You captured him perfectly.

    Your imagery is stunning, and your pacing is wonderful.

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