by Glen Martin Fitch
Back there are storage rooms
crammed to the beams
with trunks of costumes,
coats, and shoes and hats,
old scripts and notes in boxes,
powders, creams and
tables, chairs and
thickly painted flats.
This stage is set.
It all has been arranged.
Whichever role I pick to play
I know my lines, my moves,
what must be changed.
I'm planning
quite a lively, moving show.
For many years
I've fought off my despair,
rehearsing what I could alone.
I bought this nice cologne,
here's naughty underwear.
Which lights,
which sheets,
which wine
took lots of thought.
I hoard these props
still hoping to attract
another actor
for my opening act.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011