Friday, September 9, 2016

Do What the Devil Do

Write, produce, star in, attend a seventeen-act play
about two lovelorn Slavic falcons in a falconry. 

Oedipusly rex it up with random murder, 
guilty sex, Satanic alchemy. 

Razz it from the middle 
of the first row of the balcony. 

Hiss and boo and bray.  Quick, be slick,
don't stay. Do what the devil do. Screw up the day.


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