Excerpt
From a one act play- "The Phone call"
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
About the Creator
Jon Sutcliffe
A Poet, and singer songwriter from south London,
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