The Actress
May 4, 2012 § 5 Comments
Trying to balance
The doing
And the writing
About the doing
Not many
Stories left
That I can
Tell myself
I love being anyone else but me
Maybe I need to change a dose
I pull tides of bitterness
Like an evil moon
If I chance submersion
You chance
Being exposed
To my new form
Demand the moon
Get the cheese
Please God
Please say
I’m like no other
Cracker jack idea
When we’re all alone
What’s my prize
For digging down deep
No cereal box treasure map
To happy
I’ll make something of nothing
And get back to you
All new plans
Point at and laugh
The old new plans
Couldn’t I exhale and be better?
Lots of personal details smuggled into this one. Good stuff!
I am a smuggler!
Reminds me of Arlo…
“Coming into Los Angeles, bringing in a couple of keys.”
I didn’t consider the title at first, and simply dived in and read your lines right through (and I loved lines such as “not many/ stories left/ that I can/ tell myself”). Then, thinking a bit about the poem, I went back to the title. That brings a whole fresh perspective to it. We start wondering whether she really feels all these things she’s confiding in us; or pretending (and if so to herself or to us?) or just hyping it up a bit. It’s clever. Great stuff!
“I pull tides of bitterness Like an evil moon” – holy shit, that’s a great line. And “All new plans Point at and laugh The old new plans” is very Lennon-esque, which is awesome in my book.
‘I love being anyone else but me’
So real