To the Cast after a Cancelled Performance

author’s note:

When there’s more people onstage than in the audience, theater becomes an intimate experience.

Don’t ask me how I know.


TO THE CAST AFTER A CANCELLED PERFORMANCE

Tonight only one came to see your play.
Another disappointment
in a career filled with frustration.
Some of you may now be wondering
if you should finally give up the stage.

I can empathize:
After all these years
my songs have yet to fill the seats.

Yet despite the hard labor
I keep giving birth—
another child is another child to love.

Nonetheless, I sometimes imagine another life—
a good life, a life of value—
consider this plain fact:

when the lights go out
people call the electrician not the actor.
I could have brightened the lives
of poor people living in the shadows.

But I know from experience
essential drives do not disappear:

Put a plug in a geyser
and the pressure just builds—
eventually, you’ll explode
in a rush of hot raging water.

A glorious moment
that ends too soon
as the pretty white plume
falls right back to earth
then disappears into steam in mere minutes.
Leaving nothing behind.

Yes, you might feel relieved
but just think
of what you could have given instead—

if you’d kept trying to express
what you feel stirring within
you might’ve eventually stirred many.

Or at least that fellow
sitting alone in the front row.
He wants to know what you’ve found.

Of course, sometimes you want to stay
in a life that gives your life so much life
but the wise one within says:
no—time for you to go.

I say: you must obey
but please find other ways
to express your creative drive.

Five years from now
I don’t want to see you steamed—
I don’t want to hear you say:

“I should have stayed in the theater.”

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Education at the Mall

author’s note:

In the poem below, I don’t say much about the couple’s appearance.  I wanted you to see them for yourself.  Who knows?  You might see some people you know.

You might even see your own union.


EDUCATION AT THE MALL

Many years ago
I entered a contest at a shopping mall
hoping to win a diamond ring—
I wanted to prepare
for the eventual realization
of my romantic dreams.

No, I wasn’t ready yet—
I needed to learn more about love
before I could give the love
necessary for success with another.

As part of that education
the one who pulls the strings within
drew me to the second level of the mall that morning.
And then to the walkway
where I looked down to see
a couple strolling
across the checkerboard floor below.

Hand in hand they went—
happy as storybook twins
though they seemed a complete mismatch.
Not only a contrast, but a conflict of appearance.

Ah, but then my deeper eyes perceived
how each beamed with the same spirit.
Bright light had joined with bright light.
I saw:
The fire they’d made with their twin flames
could eventually grow into a blaze
strong enough to guide ships through storms.

I saw:

If I feared the sneers and jeers of our world
I might close the door to the light I need
and locked in my cell, I could not spread
the light I need to give.

As a student, I often feel humbled
and promise to do better
when I witness such bold proclamations of love.

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Sex Can Teach Us a Lot about The Universe

author’s note:

Still learning.


SEX CAN TEACH US A LOT ABOUT THE UNIVERSE

A wise woman once told me:
Sex can teach us a lot about life.

Some men prefer
to always be over her.
And so, may find themselves in conflict
with women who declare:
I will guide the action from above.

Maybe they should talk to those
who through patient experiment have found
a mixed match makes
for a more intense experience.

Ah, but the physical
truly becomes transcendent
when I move in awareness
of the drama we express:

We dance as the two
mighty forces of this Universe do.

See their starry children spin
outside the window in the sky
and here, right now, in our bed.

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When I Chopped Off My Head

author’s note:

Another spill.  Another bottle.


WHEN I CHOPPED OFF MY HEAD

Stuck in the rut
of my own tiresome thoughts
in desperation, I chopped off my head.

Only to find that bean rolling after me
everywhere I went.
Try as I might, I could not lose my head.
I can still hear that mouth in its brain
rambling on and on and on.

But with that head off my neck
I can now hear my heart
much more clearly.

And I shouldn’t try
to disown my head anyway—
after all, it has many positive uses.
For instance:

The head helps me edit my poetry—
the head takes the raw milk
spilled from my sloppy heart
and puts that sustenance into little bottles
for readers to drink any time any place.

But when I use my head in that way
I first put that poll on a tall pole
because I need a higher perspective.

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