A Picture - Spahn Ranch

The phone buzzed silent

Back at my desk

Piling the reminders

Where did it go?

A stack of reasons

Only a small portion of the audience

Had access to this part of the film

A private reservation

The negative master

I wondered who that character was

Who tried things, roles like clothes

Each seemed forced and small

Writing from the same spot

It reported last time

Each time, each place

Safe

Yet a different face

Same embalming process

With a beaten voice

She was suddenly a critic

The film in question

Drew scathing notices

Like talking to walls

Faces I never knew

Picture on my wall

Shedding it on through

Picture on my wall

The water consumed

Picture on my wall

Shedding it on through

A picture

I see them swimming on the lampshade

In the drawer and down the hall

Where they swam on the wall

An outlined trace, a nail

False patience

All the years torched in weeks

As with most things

One way of looking at it

The counter offer

Was a death-blow

Degrading with maybe

No answer, is an answer

Faces I never knew

Picture on my wall

Shedding it on through

Picture on my wall

The water consumed

Picture on my wall

Shedding it on through

A picture