Curtain Call -- for Lucretia Borgia

[Lightning Rod]

Curtain Call

If I were Liberace you could lounge around on my piano
In your slinky gown while I play Stardust in seven styles
And for the grand finale you can impale yourself on my
Candelabra like the flame pointed trident of a sequined satan.

Our act could include greasepaint and raging homosexual
Costumes and juggling midgets and silicone dancing girls
You the chanteuse, me the diamond eyed svengali of keys
We’ll have cadillacs and harleys on stage with the reflecting pool.

After resurrection you can go straight to the flying trapeze
I’ll tame lions with one hand and hold down the bass with the other. You swing by your knees and break glasses with your aria while the spotlight follows you and you make the audience gasp.

For curtain call we can climb everest and thank the academy for our awards just as the fireworks go off and when the crowd gets quiet as pentacost we can take our bows and kiss each other sweetly on the cheeks and of course you get the flowers.

[SadLuckDame]

What a grand performance, I couldn't stay in my seat and kept springing up to cheer it on. Very good indeed.

[Sue Littleton]

You are a fearsome good poet, Abilene Man.

[Lightning Rod]

(Lightning Rod gives his best Liberace bow)
thank you, ladies

and Abilene Girl, there must be something in the water that causes poetry in later life. I call it West Texas Acquired Dementia.

[Sue Littleton]

Abilene Boy-o, I moved to a ranch on the Pecos River in Southwest Texas when I was verrrry little, and that mineral-charged water started me writing poetry at about twelve. Fortuntely I have improved with age ... I hope!

[Lightning Rod]

Sue,
How did you find your way to Studio 8? I'm curious because you have temporal or geographic connections to several of our members. Cecil and Sooz live in El Paso and Arcadia lives in Rosario.

I've been enjoying your poetry. You have the native Texan's instinct for the yarn added to good poetic craftsmanship.

[mnaz]

amazing stuff. I could never write anything like this. great theatrical poetry. great theater.

[Stinkyfinger]

Friggin' awesome. I loved your poem; it seems like an act of bravado, with squeals and giggles attached. Very nice.