The Tragedian's Regret

[billy]

it's a little wordy but i think the narratives call for it. i think in an odd place it could be tightened up but it would just be tweaking.

If I could make people laugh, I'd do it in a second. (I would, in a...)
To fill my stage with abandon, the gentle whims of fairies
who dance among lovers like happy children,
would be a greater art. That isn't the gift I was given.
Instead I'm destined to be the bearer of bad news, should there be a comma after instead?
standing at the stage's lip with my script raised high,
screaming despair into everyone's face. i like the image here it's solid
Perverts, killers, undead fiends, Hell's furnace
and Evil himself, this is my world, darlings; it feels cheesy in a good way
all the little cherubs hide in their mothers' coats
when my shows come to town. If I could make 'em laff!
I'd be a big shot then. A real Someone i think this is cliche weak.
with a message to spread, a message of hope
and no Pandora. I'd make 'em laff 'til they fell from their chairs,
and me on my stage with a jolly great grin.

the over use of grin didn't bother me, in fact i think it added to a good narrative. the poem carries sadness and envy, or maybe a longing to be someone else. it expresses well the human psych of needing to make people smile.

a good read.
thanks for the post jack