Sunday, February 18, 2007

fourteen golden dancers

They gave us seats
where we couldn't
see the show

facing the steps
behind iron bars
like some art prison

you were trapped
in the narrow seat
squeezing your critique

as you shifted
in the intermissions
that came every 15 minutes

this damped out passion
and with no context
the curtain lifted

the show began the
dancers prancing about
the blank slate of stage

this is a city of amateur theatrics.

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