Peter and the Poet for Peter Orlovsky by david e. patton
Scene apple orchid spring Peter is looking at the blossoms up state NY the Poet only speak lines from Ginsburg’s poetry Painter only speak words from Oscar Wilde Dorian Grey
Scene One
Beauty has its place and found its home in you fair face Stanza One Peter: I am on my death bed today it is May and I shall go my way the way of the poet well I remember when we met the painting undone but done by beauty clear artiest caught in my fairest year the Poet came and he drew near then whispered to woo me with poetry a lady I will game to know but that was years upon years upon years ago now I am old my locks gray the play of youth about my bones gone such joy to show slow life down with age to quite the daily rush looking for a a way out all my doubts of life is lived and kept beneath the skin there will be apples come fall I’ll not live to see the harvest of them all I have seen my last fall without knowing it isn’t it funny how time sneaks upon up on you run you down it have a mind to time is blind in its bat like ways no sooner born then in the grave but such is the grace of nature’s ways here comes a licker any ways some moore nature’s way. The stage grows dim and when the lights comes up again old Peter is sitting in a chair while a younger Peter age 21 is posing nude on a bed a painter is painting him the Painter only speaks words spoken in Oscar Wilde story Dorian grey Peter and the wolf is playing in the back ground