Church Theatre Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

Strike the match that lights the fire
Burning like stars that pass us by
Twinkling like candles competing in church
Sing the chorus and start to fly
Hallelujah to the lips of lusciousness
Praise to the hair of fire
Images traveling down the wire
To the center of souls, out for hire
The gospel of gloss with passages of perfume
Put out a price, making deals
Soul frayed from misuse
Three inches less than what you need
The games of a stage actress name
Condescending rules focusing on personal gain
She’s been playing to many trivial games
Eyes that shine unnaturally
Every man’s halftime fantasy
All stars fall, rising bright
Playing into the identical demise
Of the stage actress lie