Where are my reading glasses?

Where are my reading glasses?

 

 

the actress drinks her scripts

spills them on the cutting floor

slices her wrist while driving into oblivion

 

in a sports car she cannot afford

as her debt is a list of credits

longer than the sad life 

she rewrote

 

then had the studio

reject

 

so many young souls

attend seminars in limbo

on how to cope with fame

 

if only that first script would have been kinder, gentler

if only her breakdowns had been part of the film

that was fiction

 

Lana, please get up

Gail, please get up

Gene, please find your way to the information desk

 

someone is calling

they just weren't there when you arrived with your talent

in a suitcase, labeled  for Hollywood

 

This party is too morbid

the video of it 

will find its gawkers

 

but these women had too much talent

and not enough ice to soften the drink

 

not enough ice in their veins

to withstand

the pressure of life

of the lines outside of what was written on the pages

 

Frank O'Hara understood

and pleaded with Ms. Turner to rise

 

but she was out cold

and did not hear a word he wrote in his poems

I am writing poems now

Pleading with friends to get up

 

to hear

to rise

I need them

like one more cube in my drink.

 

to soften the sting.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/13/24

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

How much truth, facts and all, follow would-be performers in their quest for success! Tis not only the ladies either. They all walk into a world of rooms offering this for that.. and THAT is often the killer, the bend in the rewards, the curve ball without kindness. Your words hit the nail right bang on the head, draw blood and more with its cruel facts yet would and could be empathy, dear friend. There are people in this ever demanding world that GIVE as a lure sans truths but - complain life-long when replies fail to survive.

You sir, are a rainbow of possibilities and a storm cloud of plausibilities. Many thanks, sir jacob. ,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind review, em,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

I am what could be called - a friend, sir.

[Desert Knave]

A lot of punch in this one. The brochure for how to handle fame / infamy / rejection is not an easy one to find. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Jim,
j.

[Stella Armour]

That ice in their veins is a learned thing sadly , and if it comes naturally then there is no softness in the soul...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true, Stella...so true.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Jacob… You gather talented Stars from the Sky where Drama sleeps in Clouds of stormy memories… an Artist of Chapels where Prayers are heard. softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Prayers are heard, at least we hope they are.
thanks, Pat,
j.