Today enjoy this poem by the author Kenneth Womack: There’s Nothing Like Vaudeville and have a wonderful Wednesday, Yareah Magazine friends!
There’s Nothing Like Vaudeville by Kenneth Womack
There are no ghosts here,
nothing to see at all.
Please remain seated and wait securely
inside the tram until we have come to a
complete and irrevocable stop.
And yes, that means you too, ma’am.
There are no temptations here,
at least not any serious ones. And
certainly nothing we can’t handle ourselves,
nothing we can’t render as
meaningless as a day without rain,
or, you know, whatever.
There is nothing like metaphor, which is
sometimes like nothing at all. Sure, it’s nice,
now and again, to miss the forest for the trees,
to mistake the dancer for the dance, to ransack
our emotions with a rage for saying nothing whatsoever to
anyone anytime anyplace anywhere.
Nada. Niente. Nulă. Rien.
And those are just the romance languages.