Stage Faces
Light and heavy-roped curtain,
Light and heavy-roped curtain,
wear
of painted plaster cast
construction,
the roughly dots of
makeup
spinning weave tales in
past-dawn
dreary mindsets,
cups
of arak and a few suit jacket buttons
from
divine possession.
It
is then you make those kind
eyes
with your mouth;
it
is then you make those whispering
cries
out to forever's embrace.
And
the morning retouching comes:
the
fix stitches grandmotherly, imprecise
knots
hook-hanging there in
ticker-tape
typing as 21st
century
ink
ribbon.
You
think they must have been
so
lucky at Berkeley back then:
Jimi & Janis on the hi-fi,
Jimi & Janis on the hi-fi,
slogans
and snifter of placard paint
on
the breeze.
While
you merely mimic the moves:
balletic,
refined.
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