Treasure Island

Elizabeth Russell


The Comedian


The webbing of my self control
Is bursting apart
Breaking down the disguise
Of my life
Unshakeable equanimity
Hardheaded pragmatism
Now a Mobius Strip of uncertainty
An endless comedy of behaviours
Provided for the entertainment
Of the gods

I wait in the wings
For the hero to appear to save me
But at the worst possible moment
I find there is no hero
--Only me

Submitted: Saturday, April 23, 2005
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  • Scarborough Gypsy (2/6/2006 8:12:00 PM)

    The realisation of reality isn't always pleasant is it? However, if we have reached this point, at least we have the option to change things.

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