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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