Poem Hunter
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)


Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is no backstage...
Nor a prop table.
Stage manager? No.
There is no lighting
Assistant director,
Or make up artist!
This is raw and upfront!
If what is said makes you vomit...
Do so at your own risk!
Once 'REALITY' starts,
All exits will be closed!
This performance promises
To nail you to your seat!

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