Performance Poetry by Ray Greenblatt

The poet comes onstage in the dark,
then the spotlight rings his pale face
in perfect order few hairs slicked
beady eyes taking dual aim
pursed lips like slot machine
for fine effect pince nez perched;
English accent devastates
terse intros elucidate
phrasing meticulous,
world-view verses
silences packed with awe
applause explosive;
but do not doze nor dither
watch those swift in-between moments–
wink-wink at redhead with big bosoms
coat flapped open to reveal rows
of watches–or did we really see that?
as he flaps offstage
in bright red plastic shoes
ten times their proper size.