Genre- Act II; Scene 12- *Script notes read...
Tone- Epideictic, maybe deliberative
Cast of Seven Characters-
Colorful; too dull?
Flamboyant as hell
Hats to the brim
Shoes as weapons,
but must fit well
*in-list true artists, who make to order, or all pay hell
Act II, Prologue-
Boring as all get out...
Opening Night- *whispering audience
Who are the players
if the performance is dead
No audience remains to be seated
Critics work until late hours
filling pages with empty words
Writers pay no attention
to what has been heard
Rewrites, and fists
life on stage left to the imagination
-not even dramatic
End Genre- Act II; Scene 12
Morning Editions Reviews-
Dead in the water, before lights came on, but the show must go on say investors...
'He cannot leave the table for which there were no more invitations, so he lurks in her shadowy stage. Notes scribbled, left about, are discovered, but there will never be room for either...'
I am playing with a poetry form...