i saw the elevator repair service
perform the great gatsby tonight
at on the boards.
perform, perhaps, does not describe it.
from beginning to end.
starting at 5pm and reading that last
beautifully alliterate line about boats
and pasts and inevitability until 1:15
in the fucking morning.
and a whole big audience strapped
in for the ride, like we were about
to get on the plane that was going
to take us on vacation to that
island in the caribean (or however
you spell that goddam word) where
shitty theatre is against the law and