Costume Poem by Johnny Monroe

he threw it on everyday
before entering the stage
It was a simple character
he was trying to portray.

It was a man
with a permanent smile,
painted on in brilliant gold.

A man loud of voice
whose words seemed to never end.

A man light of heart
with no poison in it's cracks.

or perhaps no crack at all...

A man shallow
with no meaning
focusing on
hair dye and jokes.

A man living,

He looked into the mirror
'Remember, '
he whispers to himself
'what it was like to be alive.'

He played his role so well, no one ever would have guessed


a corpse lay beneath
his costume.