Excerpt

THE POET

(Wakes up Screaming)

For fuck’s sake, I am Alive.

(Screams again)

For fuck’s sake, I am sober.

Why does destiny mock me? Just because I couldn’t care anymore. Is it because you hate me- or is it because I hate myself- I was never given the secret to the cosmos- I guess probably because it’s a secret I could never keep.

The hurt, I could forgive, the malice, I could suffer- but please, please please! Don’t tell me there’s no more gin.

(He reaches for a bottle, there is a small amount left)

Finally, reality you fucked up mistress- you’re playing fair- I like it- keep it up.

(He gets up and walks the room to a mirror)

EEAURARGHH! Look at me I look diseased- what are you looking at? - a goddamn mess that’s what- you Damn Bastard.

There is a knock, there is a door at the edge of the stage