A blinding spotlight,
A tingling feeling in your stomach.
Singing out into the night.
A stage full of props,
The feel of them in your hands.
Action with no stops.
A dark sea of audience,
The invisible faces of belief.
Hanging onto the practised suspense.
A second family of theirs,
The company of co-actors.
Such is showbiz.
Of poems by Charlie Totem.
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Friday, January 15, 2010
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