Examine Your Zip

Wildream Theatre

The first play of the year from Wildream Theatre is Examine Your Zip, by Fergus Anthony. Based on his experiences in the world of direct marketing, the play takes a savage and hilarious look at the lives of people sick on the dream of easy money!

Martin Greene is the best in the world at teaching people to help people to buy things. He has his heart set on love and marriage. But with the company about to be restructured, how will Martin negotiate his way past the one thing that could destroy all his dreams.

Examine Your Zip takes you into the world of direct marketing, where you can be self-employed, so long as you make enough money, and where, at the end of every day, Michelangelo rings a bell. But don’t worry, nobody expects you to create a masterpiece of the Italian Renaissance on your first day!

Cast:…

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The Death of Culture

The Busker on the corner plays
What was once known as jazz,
Exactly as he’s heard it
Played in earnest and
In ads.

Examine Your Zip

Examine Your Zip is the first play I’ve written in twenty-five years. It’s based on my experiences in the world of Direct Marketing.

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Martin Greene is the best in the world at teaching people to help people to buy things. He has his heart set on love and marriage. But with the company about to be restructured, how will Martin negotiate his way past the one thing that could destroy all his dreams.

Examine Your Zip takes you into the world of direct marketing, where you can be self-employed, so long as you make enough money, and where, at the end of every day, Michelangelo rings a bell. But don’t worry, nobody expects you to create a masterpiece of the Italian Renaissance on your first day!

Cast:   Fergus Anthony & Blaise Reid
Directed by Paul Winters

Heroin

Once again,

Day breaks in upon her
Like a thief,
Like a tender, nervous lover,

Sets a shadow

Like a veil

Across

Her eyes.

Her perfect body turning,
Her fragrance fills the sky,
Her lips smiling warmer than the sun-

Light on her skin, the needle shadow
Marks her
Passing through the day.

Startling the Sunday Roast

Creating an unquiet afternoon,
Startling the Sunday roast
Chicken with a sermon
Passed along by someone who,
We later learned, had also skipped
Church in pursuit of
Something more
Joyful.

Letter From Home

I read of your death: a sentence
buried among paragraphs of nothing
in particular. I staggered like a drunk,

taking a punch. Losing you,
though I’d never possessed you,
was the first time I felt

broken. You were just
a girl until those words, and now
a generation has grown and gone and I

no longer see your face clearly, but still,
the sense memory of you and me
talking by the chilled cabinet
in a small-town supermarket,

still sometimes finds me
wanting.

Sniper

Through the heat-haze
In my mind, I see you
Crucified on cross-hairs,
Kiss your children,
Bless the morning, just like I do. But I can’t
See how the movement of my finger
Sets things right.