Home   Home

The Performer

by Johanna May

(ill matto)

Who does not remember?
The anticipation of being duly entertained?
Before the curtains, the nickel shiny morning,
before even the sleep or sheep or currency gained
from a weekend’s toil?

And then darkness lit by stares,
drum roll (to announce what is there)
I remember
being certain of the laugh
two steps ahead of the joke.


Author's Note: E' arrivato Zampanò!

Posted on 01/07/2013
Copyright © 2024 Johanna May

Return to the Previous Page

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)