An elegy for
a mime named
Freddie
—
Drevlow
At what point does the invisible box start to close in on the mime.
At what point does the mime realize he can only make himself so small.
At what point does the mime’s mom call to ask him again when he’s gonna get a job.
How many times has his dad already called with the same questions?
How long does a parent wait for a mime to mouth never over the phone before hanging up and calling again?
The lonely mime, shouting silence into a deafening world.
Watch him go down the stairs, the elevator, the black hole.
Watch him turn that smile upside down.
Tears of a clown, what about the maudlin bawling of a mime?
If a mime mimes dying in the forest, does he make a sound?
If a mime mimes a mime miming his hanging of himself, will anybody laugh?
Anybody besides Freddy the mime?
Waah, waah, waah, Freddy mimes for anybody who’ll listen.
His fists balled & bawled over his eyes, his fingers the tears down his white cheeks.
His imaginary noose getting tighter and tighter.
What a magic trick, maybe the single greatest sidewalk illusion ever!
Freddie spinning ‘round and ‘round from an imaginary ceiling fan.
His feet doing a happy little jig as they dangle.
If you listen closely you can hear Freddie’s last triumphant gasp.
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Drevlow is EIC of BULL and poet laureate of all things bullshit. You can check out more of his bullshit at thedrevlow-olsonshow.com or on twitter, insta, face, bsky, & threads @thedrevlow.
At what point does the mime realize he can only make himself so small.
At what point does the mime’s mom call to ask him again when he’s gonna get a job.
How many times has his dad already called with the same questions?
How long does a parent wait for a mime to mouth never over the phone before hanging up and calling again?
The lonely mime, shouting silence into a deafening world.
Watch him go down the stairs, the elevator, the black hole.
Watch him turn that smile upside down.
Tears of a clown, what about the maudlin bawling of a mime?
If a mime mimes dying in the forest, does he make a sound?
If a mime mimes a mime miming his hanging of himself, will anybody laugh?
Anybody besides Freddy the mime?
Waah, waah, waah, Freddy mimes for anybody who’ll listen.
His fists balled & bawled over his eyes, his fingers the tears down his white cheeks.
His imaginary noose getting tighter and tighter.
What a magic trick, maybe the single greatest sidewalk illusion ever!
Freddie spinning ‘round and ‘round from an imaginary ceiling fan.
His feet doing a happy little jig as they dangle.
If you listen closely you can hear Freddie’s last triumphant gasp.
Drevlow is EIC of BULL and poet laureate of all things bullshit. You can check out more of his bullshit at thedrevlow-olsonshow.com or on twitter, insta, face, bsky, & threads @thedrevlow.