Monday, July 16, 2012

The Play is Over..

(With due credit and apologies to Bertolt Brecht)

The play is over, the performance committed, slowly
The theatre, a sagging intestine, empties. In the dressing rooms
The nimble salesman of hotchpotch mimicry, a rancid rhetoric
Wash off make up and sweat. At last
The lights go down which showed up the miserable
Botched job; twilight falls on the
Lovely nothingness of the misused stage. In the empty
Still mildly smelly lights room sits the honest
lights guy, unappeased, and does his best
To remember.

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