Young man, I'll cost you the whole of your
income in your guilt-ridden mind.
The adored is not my usual role;
I do not lay on the crooked grin
very often. Who you need to fool
is not swayed by your constrained display
but I will play the dead brother
to get you double your due,
the wealthy proprietor (and friend),
the lead in the cast that never crossed
the stage. At center frame, though, you
will look outside, out of place in the scene.
The camera knows me as it knows
the five point cut-outs behind us.
A comfortable prop, the allowable
imagination. It shows you to be
humanesque in your over-innocence.
Just see how you cling to the paper moon
with more trust than you assure to me.
Author notes
A tetrameter.
The picture is "Papermoon 109" in stevechasmar's flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/opiummuseum/3170189593/in/set-72157606863890303/
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