Premiere Poem by Rob Knetsch

lights on
moving legs, stretching muscle
heartbeats increase, blood rushes
many toes tip the floor
tapping noises

voices, talking and singing
nervous men, wrestling with paper
glasses on nose tips
droplets on foreheads
one falls to the floor

sound increasing
behind the seats
legs, arms, heads appear
holding, looking at the tickets
bending knees, filling places

lights off
slight moves of curtain
a one eye peek
voices die out, silence
the music starts

"premiere" © 2014 Rob Knetsch