Sunday, January 27, 2019

Tug Dumbly - Exploded Monologue From Unwritten Irish Play


Exploded Monologue From Unwritten Irish Play

… cobwebs float
                            unlodged                
                    lonely

spectral strands of unborn self
rows of little polio cripps                pitiful things curled
and browning in spirit                    jars on shelves 

webby back sheds              

off
cuts
edits   

of what you think you’d think
if you could think
but you can’t think

beyond a tiny clammy hand
                            tracing your spine

spectral sense insensible 

cobwebs float unlodged    lonely

unrealised undead
    poor bawling little edits crawling
           round your feet
not understanding the dance
mistaking the chance they never stood
they float on        choked on          all their terrible         

dead child potential

midge cloud of coulds       not knowing
they’re unknowing      little edits           
                                offcuts
                                loppings      
                                bobbin dolls unspooling
millennia of
spilt umbilical thread

sniff blind long gone to dust
parent script      seraphim spitting
light of death

flap like fish on the black lip
of a mercury lake

mutely mouth for mercy’s sake take me back
and develop me
I’m your property   
take me back and develop me
like a property developer
develops a property
develops a child   

wards of wards
of crisp white scripts

Nurse Butcher & the little polio crips
the undead unread          scalpelled
in white sheets …

Shhh now
Shhh, go to sleep
go to sleep …

o, to sleep 

count backwards from ten
the dream of a dying fish
on the black lip
of a mercury lake 
mutely mouth for mercy’s sake

dream an army of snowmen
searching your head
for little lost black eyes 

mutely moaning  
manmade mouths

just go to sleep
count fire engines   or dolls   that make a sound
like fire engines

flotilla of plastic dolls
backwards bob in the wake of a ship
forever receding
moaning mute beyond the scream
take me back, for pity’s sake!

ship disappearing into dark
over a black ocean
ship receding
and all those plastic dolls
bobbing in its wake

big screw turning
churned cappuccino foam
settles to espresso black 
forever to black …

no one saw you go over
another gull cry
no one’s coming back.

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