The Art of Make-Believe
(Sharon Hughes, 2011)
The ventriloquist extended his voice into a void.
Personified within a vacant shell, he toyed with
the tongueless puppet, as it mouthed long
winded sentences into a hysterical crowd.
His lips appear motionless, as the awed throng
observed him, resonating his tuneless song.
The doll croons an empty, meaningless tune
for the masses, for whom it all ends too soon.
Make-believe seemed more palatable than
an elusive reality has been reliable, for this
tired soul, searching for peace. His joy
stolen, by a Machiavellian thief.
The puppet is packed away to sleep his busy
night off. The puppeteer becomes dizzy, as
he sculls bourbon, to dull the superficial
conviction that he was the real dummy.
Hope is a vague memory, stifled by the
predicaments that life has thrown at him.
Digging deep into his soul, he attempts to
recover his happiness from amidst the mess.
He remembered what his Mother had said:
“Do not wallow in the shallow; dive in deep,
give, don’t keep; and life will seem less
hollow; do not flounder at the surface…”
He slept listlessly until the morning, and
awakened to a different tune; a new melody
waiting to be written on the tablets of his
soul – serving breakfast for the homeless…
- Drunk Puppets, This Is Your Time (fremontuniverse.com)