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                      MIND PAINTINGS

                                                                   By

                                                         Phil Morrell

                                                           

I have edited my own writing so that I don't freak out the Tripod sensors. Also I'm not a poet this is just ramblings from old sketch books.

WOMAN ………from my sketch book 1983 in prep for a series called “Paintings about Paintings”

 

                                                              

                                                                         I know you     

                                                                              I’ve always known you

                                                                    You’re the one who came to me too quell my lust

                                                                  You’re the one who betrayed my trust

                                                               You’re the one who nurtures

                                                           You’re the mystery of life and at once the answer

                                                         Woman

                                                        You’re the little girl I love

                                                       The whore that beckons

                                                         You’re my sister

                                                           You’re my lover

                                                              You are my fears and my strengths

                                                                 You are my inspiration

                                                                     Woman God bless Woman  

           "Digital Nude"

 

 

        On a binge Drugs & Alcohol……some time late 80’s

                   FADE IN…….Music intro      man sitting on side of bed holding his head

 

Wake the sleeping monster it isn’t very deep I want to party hardy and I just cant stop the beat look at here look at there the monster is alive and well…………

 The music was blearing, was it real or was it in my head………She reached over to me and rubbed my back. Is she real? Do I care? Its time to get up…she moaned!

              Ah shit another day. I went back to her worm body. God I just want to crawl into her and stay. I did for a wile.

 All the while the song keeps playing

                                                  louder

                                                  more intense

                                                  frantic

                                                  throbbing

                                                  probing

Then, “the explosion,” ecstasy. For a wile at least all is well.

 I finally put on my clothes. I’ve gotta go. Go where. Who the Fu*k am I kidding.

I’m on the street amongst the herd, a crowded mass of unfulfilled desires, crashing turning, honking yelling. I’ve got to sell a painting!

 

                                                                   CUT TO BLACK

 

                                                         Intro POV large office building

 

Well here goes nothing. An appointment with the devil, 13th floor of the rest of my life. Sol Munn my dealer, a good man really, a survivor of the holocaust, shrewd businessman. But I’m on the wrong side of the bargaining table.

 So what do you have for me today he said, as he held a cigarette in his hand in that funny way that I thought only SS officers did. Well I have this new painting……..I unfurled the canvas on the floor.

 Well its strong and well composed but difficult to sell, as you know because of the content. Translation, " same old $100 bucks."  We took a long look………into the work.

 

                          Quick cut front of same office building POV…hard driving rock in roll music

 

Wake the sleeping monster it isn’t very deep I want to party hardy and I just cant stop the beat look at here look at there the monster is alive and well…….you say you want some action that no one can provide….well step right up and kick right back cause were goin on a ride……….

 HEY get out of the way! Yuck what a smell! F**ken bum get outta here. I wondered what all the commotion was about. People milling all over the place. They all seem to be looking at the window. I looked too. No wonder, as I approached the stench grew more foul. Finally I seen the object of disgust. A tattered old man, a reflection in the glass, I got closer, he got closer. I looked into his eyes, deep burning sorrowful. I knew that feeling. I reached out to hand him a quarter. He reached out at the same time.

 In an instant the horror struck, the retched old man was ME………

 

                                                            Fade to black    credits     end of music

 

  Wake the sleeping monster it isn’t very deep I want to party hardy and I just cant stop the beat look at here look at there the monster is alive and well…….you say you want some action that no one can provide….well step right up and kick right back cause were goin on a ride………when all is done and you’ve come back……..you’re gonna pay the devil his dues…….

 

                                                                         The End

 

"Who Knows"

 

                                  FIDO’s FOLLIES

 

WOOF… there’s a leg I want to hump it……. 

A clean leg…good smelling….Ohhhhhhhh…Ahhhh 

WOOF there’s another leg………be real cool, just go reeaalllll sloooww……

Ah got ME some Real leg now baby WOOF…gotta hump it…… 

Damn…. shook me off… 

WOOF… 

Look at that one….soft cream and honey flesh….SMELL that crotch...

soft hot..... 

WOOF….I’ve got it ……. 

Give me that leg…I’m gona hump it….. 

And don’t kick me off when I jump it... 

WOOF….. 

I’m a Dog don’t you know… 

And a dogs gotta do what a dogs got to do. 

WOOF… 

There’s a leg I want to hump it…….

 "Fido"

 

                

 

                                  

"Satyr"