A wooden thespian dramatically
enters
the bleak stage,
playing the closing scene,
uncharacteristically.
playing the closing scene,
uncharacteristically.
Baring
all, it splinters
the
panoramic with an
air-shattering
illusion.
A skeletal hand reaching
A skeletal hand reaching
towards
a godless sky, trembling...
delivering
sparse monologue.
Page upon page of script.
(this
show has many layers)
“Brainstem scribble
in a doodle-delicate mist.
Naked, waiting, green.
in a doodle-delicate mist.
Naked, waiting, green.
I see (wo)man as me.
Not
a carbon copy but close.”
a carbon copy but close.”
Directed
by shivering sunlight.
Produced by freezing rainfall.
The theatre of the absurd.
This ‘one-off’ performance,
melts haunting afterimages
Produced by freezing rainfall.
The theatre of the absurd.
This ‘one-off’ performance,
melts haunting afterimages
upon
my icy retinas.
Leaves
a fading echo.
Encore!
