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Come to the Theater

by Steven Kenworthy






Love of my life,


I’m headed to another place.
It’s nightmarish there,
only because you’ve yet to stamp your inky heart at the new town square.

Best friend,


If it feels like the atlas might be speaking tonight saying, you’re going away
I will pry you away.
I’ll hire these great mandibles the jaws of life to make sure you live a life
Next to me.
When you get exhausted from the pulling and vacuum style requests,
I’ll bring you rest in my palms.

Palm Sunday, let’s pray.

I’ll put on a black mask to surround my eyes and rob every single cell of doubt you have, and bury it deep
In the neighbor’s bright green yard where tired artifacts go to sleep.

We can place it next to my worries when I wasn’t sure if it was real.

You can’t blame everything that is not ideal on the people who thought the world
was flat.
Sometimes throwing it to the Gusts and Breezes is all you can do.
They’re wonderfully pushy families.

Darling dear, relax, take the season off and talk to the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria
about taking big chances.

you,
you the finest sheets I’ve ever lined my bed with,
The Egyptian cotton queen,
Are all I want.

All I want to be,
is your big chance.
Take me.

Take your big worries and throw them down the dumb wishing well
Say goodbye,
Say goodbye to yesterdays unclaimed favors,
that you were too sweet to exercise.
Rinse your hands off mermaid.
Do it in the ocean where the salt does half the work.

Invest in washing away all of the maybes you’ve been saving up
For this grand event.

Chandeliers fully coated in promise.
Banners draped from the ceiling singing tales of hope,
A million strangers’ voices who have seen us laugh in public
Screaming us on.
A curtain with our aging faces ten years from now, touching in Midwestern snow.
Come to the theater.
Show everyone what everyone else is talking about.

Put on the silk dress I bought you that shows every curve
Highway 1, California would be jealous of.
open the door,
we’ll drive away
and show them it can work.

I’ll give everything I have.
You’ll have no idea how deep my dreams are
Until you step inside,

I am dedicated.

I will give you each necklace I promised you
when we felt like little kids.

I will spend my life
Making you feel that way
again & again & again.



01/17/2010

Author's Note: queen of hearts to the castle of cards

Posted on 01/17/2010
Copyright © 2020 Steven Kenworthy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michael Smith on 01/17/10 at 06:31 AM

"I’ll put on a black mask to surround my eyes and rob every single cell of doubt you have" Awesome.

I love how this work exhibits you GRAND and  e x p a n s i v e  imagination; this piece sprawls to every corner of it. Somebody's a lucky lady!

Thanks for sharing this SK.

Posted by Allison Smith on 01/17/10 at 09:44 AM

Someone very smart told you to post this ;)

Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/17/10 at 05:15 PM

You know...I think I've figured it out -with men like you in this world, it's impossible for a woman to ever truly give up on love and the romantic ideal. Beautiful piece of course -and I can't wait for the EP!!!

Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 01/17/10 at 10:00 PM

I envy you. Not in the deadly sin way, in the healthy, you-set-the-standards kinda way.

Posted by V. Blake on 01/18/10 at 08:40 AM

I have yet to hear your music (A situation I shall remedy shortly), but if you're even half as good at music as you are at writing, I will be hugely impressed.

Posted by Laurie Blum on 01/18/10 at 07:45 PM

This poem reminds me of the happiness of hope. I really like how you write SK...you are so inovative and your words always speak to the heart of matters. I love this one.

Posted by Sarah Wolf on 01/19/10 at 02:03 AM

I think the title amazingly set the stage!

Posted by Megan Guimbellot on 01/19/10 at 02:32 PM

You can’t blame everything that is not ideal on "the people who thought the world was flat. Sometimes throwing it to the Gusts and Breezes is all you can do. They’re wonderfully pushy families." I love that, and every part of this. Each piece you post is always better than the last, and that's saying a lot. have you always been spectacularly brilliant? I think so.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/22/10 at 01:20 AM

I love everything about the way your poem tugs like the ocean tugs. And like the ocean, when I swim in your poetry, I find myself taken farther than I thought possible.

Posted by Christina Bruno on 02/25/10 at 06:40 AM

you are still a master poet...:)

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