a poem for Philip Seymour Hoffman
by Mike Foldes
All it gave, it took away.
Look what we have left,
ash of filmdom,
echo of smack,
a name, a face,
another day to think,
look back, and ask
“Could he have done
without it?” Or, “What
could he have done
without it?” All it gave
it took away and look,
look what we have left:
Philip Seymour Hoffman
off the hook.He’s not
the first, won’t be
the last, but fuck it all,
what’s the matter
that he couldn’t play
that out on camera,
instead of in a room --
alone, perhaps -- listening
to an inner voice declare,
“Cut! That’s a wrap.”
* * *
All it gave, it took away.
Look what we have left,
ash of filmdom,
echo of smack,
a name, a face,
another day to think,
look back, and ask
“Could he have done
without it?” Or, “What
could he have done
without it?” All it gave
it took away and look,
look what we have left:
Philip Seymour Hoffman
off the hook.He’s not
the first, won’t be
the last, but fuck it all,
what’s the matter
that he couldn’t play
that out on camera,
instead of in a room --
alone, perhaps -- listening
to an inner voice declare,
“Cut! That’s a wrap.”
* * *
Mike Foldes is the founder and managing editor of Ragazine, an online literary magazine.
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Mike is also the author of Sleeping Dogs, A true story of the Lindbergh baby kidnapping
Download at www.Smashwords.Com and www.Amazon.Com
Purchase the paperback at www.splitoakpress.com
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http://ragazine.cc
ragazinecc/Twitter
ragazineccblogging@blogspot.com
Join Mike on MySpace & Facebook
Mike is also the author of Sleeping Dogs, A true story of the Lindbergh baby kidnapping
Download at www.Smashwords.Com and www.Amazon.Com
Purchase the paperback at www.splitoakpress.com
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