Audience says "poire" "pomme" and "courgette" at different moments
Intro:
The poet, following an electrician guide, goes high and low, a hellish journey with tense emotions, seeking
the elusive lightbulb with 1200 lumens.
A second electrician, dressed in red, tells him that he can use this 3400 lumens bulb with a dimmer, to
variate the frequency
If he changes Schneider circuit breakers to Holms
Which
Doubling input voltage frequency
and lowering the Amps
Can supersede the oncoming flickering glare
Like that of a suspicious silhouette of a lonely car on the road
Moving slowly at night as a scantily dressed lady impatiently waits at a
Dark bus stop, stares fixedly at the blaring headlights.
"But why 1200 lumens?" Wonders the electrician dressed in white.
"A Lightbulb Tourist
I Am" Insists the Poet,
"I have gone from store to store, from country to country, seeking
Lumens, dimmers, variators -because the light has to be subtle
And 3600 Lumens in the form of a
POIRE
Or APPLE or COURGETTE" (Audience repeats)
(Why make a bulb like a courgette?) Is too much!
"Relax", said the electrician, "If not after some weeks you too shall be
Flickering
And Snickering
Talking like a film noir detective
Having lost trace of that one Lightbulb that
Got away."
"Got away? Was it too disguised as a Tourist?" asked the Poet
"But I saw it, I had it in my own hands!"
And why a POIRE? (Audience says Poire)
Poet: "It's rounded like Babar,
It could be in a Church, a Museum
Lighting up a painting that leaves
Tourists feinting.
(Poet's voice starts to break up like a flickering lightbulb)
But why are you fading?" The Poet turns towards the electrician,
"You're fa-fading, those wires, is that the di-dimmer
Can you he-hear a f-folk Si-Singer singing "Do-don't hi-hi-hide
In the Da-da-dark? Did ya hear? "Don't hi-hi-hide in da-da-dark!"
POIRE! (Audience)
