Improv
Poetic reveal,
the future of open mic;
No dress rehearsal,
it will once again express
the art and soul of this town.
Graveyard fantasy,
the zombies woke up on fire;
Full of pent up rage
aching for a place to roam,
a mindless crowd to devour.
Flamethrower control,
empty heads have been cut off;
Hard floor reopened;
Now the freethinkers are back
to destroy with their improv.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2025
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