The original poem was much longer, but simply was not very good. Not at all. I wrote it on the plane, on the way back from Grandpa's funeral, and fought with it from that day until this morning, when the real poem came. I meant it to be done before Memorial Day, but it came one day too late. It's not brilliant, but it's better than the original one. I hope Grandpa would've liked it. Even if he didn't, he'd have lied and said he did.
Joe
after grandpa's hearing had mostly gone,
we attended a play starring my brother.
later, I commented on
his near-constant, red-faced teary laughter.
he said:
I couldn't hear what they were saying,
but everybody sure seemed to be having
a good time.
David is an actor, writer and producer in Los Angeles. He's the founder and editor-in-chief of CSP, and a founding producer of the acclaimed Lucid by Proxy theater company. Despite all this, he still has to hold down a day job in the dot-com world, where he does product and interaction design. His acting has been called "committed," "detailed," "fearless," "hilarious" and "heart-rending" by the LA Times and Backstage West. His writing has been called "articulate and commanding" and "eminently readable" by Flak Magazine. His tenth grade Geometry teacher said he "does not work well in groups." David lives in a little bungalow in the Valley with his talented and lovely wife, Shannon, and two fluffy cats. |
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