poem

 Dramatis PersonaeThe auditorium is packed and stuffy.Everyone dressed to the ninesFanning themselves with programs Perfume wafting in thick waves With deep baritone cologneA rolling tide of lipsticked murmuring But we ’re all watching an empty stageWaiting, waiting for the show to beginMen in masks bring out the propsNothing but blank canvasesLooming over scattered brushesAnd tubes of unlabeled oil paintsIn the pit we find an orchestra of muted instruments:Plugged horns and stuffed woodwinds Volas unstrung,Waiting for us to unfurl  The strings wrapped around our necks Impatient opera ladies keep janglingSmuggled piano keys in their compact purses Actors begin to emerge from the audienceThey speak in hues And lilting mellifluous cadencesOthers start applying swaths Of color to blank spacesWith sweeping flourishes Of imaginary brushes  Everyone left goes silent for a few hoursI drift into dreams When I come to I ' m standingIn the middle of raucous applause. I don ' t even know what I did To warrant such a receptionI can ’t draw or play a noteI never learned any linesI usually miss my cuesIf you offered me a microphoneI ’d probably refuse My only talent is a hard science I don ’t deserve any of this I remember to check the programTo find out my assignment.Apparently I have played many roles —Only briefly the lead protagonistMostly the villainous suitor who failed ...
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