The laws of gravity
were on strike
at the theatre last night,
but the play continued
unabated,
unfazed,
the actors played
their roles
as if
all part of the performance,
Romeo,
as plaintive in his
affirmations of love
for Juliette as ever,
hit his head
against the ceiling
well above
Juliette's perch
on the balcony,
her death grip desperate
on the hand rail,
while her feet floated
ever higher.
Her beauty shined
through the persperation
and "where for art thou's,"
through the cacophony
of screams.
Audience and actors
swam through the air to avoid
feet, elbows
and chandeliers,
the play
became a
full contact sport,
chairs and theatre props
flew like missles
until the stage hand
reached
the anti-grav switch
and everyone dropped
w/the final curtain.
This is a very tragic experience nicely put on poem.