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.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
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