An Anarchist Evening at the Magic Theatre

 

‘Come as you are,

wear what you will,

there’s room on-stage

for the overspill.

 

 

‘Hear Henry Hallerholler,

a soliloquy as noother;

he just wants to bealone

- like his hairy,lupine brother

 

 

‘Take your turn

at the glass beadgame

play againstyourself

and forget yourname.

 

‘Abraxas performs

with Emil Sinclair

in a two-steppe performance

in a market square.

 

 

‘Mozart will throw

the musical dice

the minuet repeating

every triplet twice.

 

 

‘The players will boo

and the orchestra cheer,

while the audience is silent

and feeling quite queer.

 

 

‘Come on, come on,

don’t miss the show,

don’t bring your sister

she’s too Jung to go.

 

 

‘Rules are for fools,

our roles are our goals:

the watcher watches

our plot full of holes

 

 

'The curtain drops

in the middle of a scene

and the audience gasps

‘What does it all mean?’'