The matinee

[Jerrybaldy]

Static crackles,
‘Ladies and gentlemen
I present to you the worlds greatest living poet’
Binoculars are held to the finest of eyes.
The orchestra pit springs to life,
Joey on electrics creates
1000 watts of light.
A baby stops crying
in the stalls row c seat 43.
The stage floods gently,
the spotlight centres the lily pad.
‘Rivet’ croaks the frog,
orgasmic the crowd come all at once,
hold eachother and weep.
‘Rivet’ they cry from the circle
‘Rivet, rivet, rivet.’
The band takes the cue,
my tongue takes out a fly
hovering near the neon EXIT.
I applaud with webbed hands
‘Rivet, rivet, rivet.’
I check my seat as I leave,
an empty packet of M &M’s
and a sticky puddle of spawn.
I walk home spurning the bus
jumping from puddle to puddle,
‘Rivet’ I shout to the afternoon moon.

Intermission.

The greatest poet has passed,
eaten by a dog called Kevin.
‘Woof woof.’
‘Ha ha’ says the clown.
‘Ha ha‘, returns the crowd.
Bill, recently widowed, though you wouldn’t know,
sweeps the stage dry, for tomorrows show.

[Delta40]

Jerry it's always a joy to read your poetry.

[Jeos]

Nicely written with some truly poetic lines here and there.

[Bar22do]

Riveted by the poet! (a moment can make an eternity, can it not) :)

[Jerrybaldy]

Sometimes, I wonder myself, what I must be on.

Thank you Jeos, Vegimite and Bar.

[zoolane]

Sound wonderful evening out.

[MystyrMystyry]

:banana: Brill JB! :banana:

[hillwalker]

Not your usual fare - it's more like the Muppet Show from Hell.

Good to see you stretching your poetic muscles.

H

[Haunted]

The beginning 11 lines are excellent, put me right in the theater, hmmm the balcony to be exact. I'm just a bit too far from the stage to see in full clarity... are you the frog that turned into the greatest poet? Maybe you are actually one of the "bud-wei-ser" frogs... cheers!

[Hawkman]

Read-it, read-it, read-it! Perhaps the frog poet hails from an industrial pond, a boiler maker or ship builder perhaps? ;)

An ingenious offering. I enjoyed.

Live and be well - H

[Jerrybaldy]

Thank you zoo, MM (I think you may well have inspired this) and the three H's. If a double dare thursday should ever happen again this would be one I enjoyed writing.
P.S , haunted, I am not the poet, I am in the audience.

[Haunted]

My bad! Was it you kicking the back of my seat? :D
Still, you really fit the bill of the greatest living poet in that theater that night and I mean it.