# 28 in a series of daily one-act, one scene plays
[ACT I, Scene I, announcer in a mauve suit faces the audience]
ANNOUNCER: And now for something you'll really enjoy: Zanzibar El Cuchillo-Surrealist Poet.
[announcer leaves and Zanzibar enters. He is wearing a suit of vanilla white coloring. He has a shock of gray hair and a moustache that beggars description, except to say it looks like it woke up one day and decided to defy the laws of gravity]
ZANZIBAR: Ladies and gentle worms [pauses and points to the crowd]. The maggots of time gnaw at your skull!
[turns his back to the crowd, then whips around and yells]:
I HAVE ATTEND THE WEDDING OF A THOUSAND DOGS!
[cups ear]: Listen! Can you hear him? Elvis Presley's ghost cries out. "Mama! Mamaaaa!"
[covers eyes to see audience] It's getting dark, America. Do you know where your Coca-Cola is? Must I wait forever for the return of the 25 cent hot dog? The atom bomb?
[clenches fist]: Bacon.
Bacon on everything.
Bay-con.
On.
Ev-ry.
Thing.
[pauses, then falls to his knees and screams]: Fudgie the Whale!
[The lights fall to a spotlight on Zanzibar, and he drops his head.]
[There is no applause from the audience; a man clears his throat]
ZANZIBAR [towards man who cleared throat]: Thank you! You're very kind. My wife left me. My art is all I have!
(curtain)
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